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Стр. 50 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 205 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate, She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near ;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.
Стр. 131 - Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting Heaven with Earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who, slow returning from his task of toil, Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil, And, tho' such radiance round him brightly glows, Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Стр. 101 - With flaunting roses, had resign'd its praise ; For why ? Her face with Heaven's own roses shone, Mocking the morn, and witching men to gaze ; And he that gaz'd with cold unsmitten soul, That blockhead's heart was ice thrice bak'd beneath the Pole.
Стр. 224 - Twas Love, whose quick and ever-watchful eye The wanderer's first step homeward did espy. From its own wardrobe Love gave word to bring, What things I needed — shoes, and robe, and ring. Love threatens that it may not strike, and still Unheeded, strikes, that so it may not kill. Love set me up on high ; when I grew vain Of that my height, Love brought me down again. Love often draws good for us from our ill, Skilful to bless us even against our will. The bond-servant of Love alone is free ; All...
Стр. 147 - Where there is a great deal of smoke and no clear flame, it argues much moisture in the matter, yet it witnesseth certainly that there is fire there ; and therefore dubious questioning is a much better evidence, than that senseless deadness which most take for believing. Men that know nothing in sciences, have no doubts.
Стр. 178 - A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she : But Walter hail'da score of names upon her, And 'petty Ogress,' and 'ungrateful Puss,' And swore he long'd at college, only long'd, All else was well, for she-society.