Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the author of 'Success in life'.1860 |
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... mornings tempted the youths of the party to arrange for long rambles into the country , occasionally diversified with games of cricket and foot - ball . Parties that included the older and graver guests were made up to visit some of the ...
... mornings tempted the youths of the party to arrange for long rambles into the country , occasionally diversified with games of cricket and foot - ball . Parties that included the older and graver guests were made up to visit some of the ...
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... morning sharp and clear . But now at noon , Upon the southern side of the slant hills , And where the woods fence off the northern blast , The season smiles , resigning all its rage , And has the warmth of May . The vault is blue ...
... morning sharp and clear . But now at noon , Upon the southern side of the slant hills , And where the woods fence off the northern blast , The season smiles , resigning all its rage , And has the warmth of May . The vault is blue ...
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... morning light was on the window - panes , and the twittering of some stray sparrows , as if begging for crumbs , seemed to promise another fine clear day of frosty sunshine for the proposed excursion to Elstow . very different and ...
... morning light was on the window - panes , and the twittering of some stray sparrows , as if begging for crumbs , seemed to promise another fine clear day of frosty sunshine for the proposed excursion to Elstow . very different and ...
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... morning watchers as they peeped forth on the winter landscape that surrounded their pleasant abode : - " How calm is my recess ; and how the frost , Raging abroad , and the rough wind endear The silence and the warmth enjoyed within ! I ...
... morning watchers as they peeped forth on the winter landscape that surrounded their pleasant abode : - " How calm is my recess ; and how the frost , Raging abroad , and the rough wind endear The silence and the warmth enjoyed within ! I ...
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... morning among the group that assembled round the breakfast table . The conversation of the preced- ing evening , added to the scenes of the day's ramble , and the lively interest that had been excited in all their minds by the ...
... morning among the group that assembled round the breakfast table . The conversation of the preced- ing evening , added to the scenes of the day's ramble , and the lively interest that had been excited in all their minds by the ...
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Стр. 303 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Стр. 125 - Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Стр. 309 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 87 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Стр. 85 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Стр. 209 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Стр. 318 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Стр. 128 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Стр. 84 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Стр. 84 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...