Book of Elegant Poetical ExtractsLeavitt & Allen Bros., 1869 - Всего страниц: 506 |
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... deep ; Where no stranger's ear shall heed me , Where no eye for me shall weep . Tho ' fate , my girl , may bid us part , The soul it cannot , cannot sever ; The heart will seek its kindred heart , And cling to it as close as ever . And ...
... deep ; Where no stranger's ear shall heed me , Where no eye for me shall weep . Tho ' fate , my girl , may bid us part , The soul it cannot , cannot sever ; The heart will seek its kindred heart , And cling to it as close as ever . And ...
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... FENNO HOFFMAN , We part - no matter how we part ; There are some thoughts we utter not ; Deep treasured in our inmost heart , Never reveal'd , and ne'er forgot RICHARD HENRY WILDE . 22 ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING . And now farewell.
... FENNO HOFFMAN , We part - no matter how we part ; There are some thoughts we utter not ; Deep treasured in our inmost heart , Never reveal'd , and ne'er forgot RICHARD HENRY WILDE . 22 ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING . And now farewell.
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... deep trenches in thy beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , SHAKSPEARE . Will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , SHAKSPEARE ...
... deep trenches in thy beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , SHAKSPEARE . Will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held . In me thou seest the twilight of such day , As after sunset fadeth in the west , SHAKSPEARE ...
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... deep working of a soul unmix'd With aught of pity , where its wrath had fix'd . BYRON'S Lara . His brow was like the deep when tempest - tost . BYRON'S Vision of Judgment . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last . BYRON'S ...
... deep working of a soul unmix'd With aught of pity , where its wrath had fix'd . BYRON'S Lara . His brow was like the deep when tempest - tost . BYRON'S Vision of Judgment . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last . BYRON'S ...
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... deep - mouth'd welcome , as we draw near home . BYRON'S Don Juan They revel , rest , then fearless , hopeless , die . C. SPRAGUE The brindled a.tamount , that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey . W. C. BRYANT ANTIQUARY . They say ...
... deep - mouth'd welcome , as we draw near home . BYRON'S Don Juan They revel , rest , then fearless , hopeless , die . C. SPRAGUE The brindled a.tamount , that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey . W. C. BRYANT ANTIQUARY . They say ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Стр. 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Стр. 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Стр. 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Стр. 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Стр. 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Стр. 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Стр. 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Стр. 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...