Poems and playsMacmillan, 1913 |
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... Acrostic , to a Lady who Desired Me to Write Her • Another , to Her Youngest Daughter 61 337 61 338 62 338 63 338 63 339 64 339 65 339 65 339 " Translations from the Latin of Vincent Bourne : - On a Sepulchral Statue of an Infant ...
... Acrostic , to a Lady who Desired Me to Write Her • Another , to Her Youngest Daughter 61 337 61 338 62 338 63 338 63 339 64 339 65 339 65 339 " Translations from the Latin of Vincent Bourne : - On a Sepulchral Statue of an Infant ...
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... Acrostic Against Acrostics On Being Asked to Write in Miss Westwood's Album In Miss Westwood's Album . By Mary Lamb Un Solitaire . To Sarah Lachlan To S. T. To Mrs. Sarah Robinson To Sarah • To Joseph Vale Asbury . To Louisa Morgan To ...
... Acrostic Against Acrostics On Being Asked to Write in Miss Westwood's Album In Miss Westwood's Album . By Mary Lamb Un Solitaire . To Sarah Lachlan To S. T. To Mrs. Sarah Robinson To Sarah • To Joseph Vale Asbury . To Louisa Morgan To ...
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... APPLEBEE An Acrostic Caroline glides smooth in verse , And is easy to rehearse ; Runs just like some crystal river O'er its pebbly bed for ever . Lines as harsh and quaint as mine In their close To Caroline Maria Applebee 63.
... APPLEBEE An Acrostic Caroline glides smooth in verse , And is easy to rehearse ; Runs just like some crystal river O'er its pebbly bed for ever . Lines as harsh and quaint as mine In their close To Caroline Maria Applebee 63.
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... Acrostic Choral service , solemn chanting , Echoing round cathedrals holy- Can aught else on earth be wanting In heav'n's bliss to plunge us wholly ? Let us great Cecilia honour In the praise we give unto them , And the merit be upon ...
... Acrostic Choral service , solemn chanting , Echoing round cathedrals holy- Can aught else on earth be wanting In heav'n's bliss to plunge us wholly ? Let us great Cecilia honour In the praise we give unto them , And the merit be upon ...
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... ACROSTIC , TO A LADY WHO DESIRED ME TO WRITE HER EPITAPH ( 1830 ) Grace Joanna here doth lie : Reader , wonder not ... Acrostic to a Lady 65 Epitaph Acrostic, to a Lady who Desired Me to Write Another, to Her Youngest Daughter 337.
... ACROSTIC , TO A LADY WHO DESIRED ME TO WRITE HER EPITAPH ( 1830 ) Grace Joanna here doth lie : Reader , wonder not ... Acrostic to a Lady 65 Epitaph Acrostic, to a Lady who Desired Me to Write Another, to Her Youngest Daughter 337.
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Acrostic Athenæum BELVIL BETTY brother Charles Burney Charles Lamb Charles Lloyd child Coleridge Coleridge's CUTLET DANIEL daughter DAVENPORT dear death Dorothy Wordsworth doth drink Emma epigram Exeunt Exit eyes fancy father fear FLINT FOOTMAN FRAMPTON Gosling grace hand hast hath hear heart honour Isola John Woodvil KATHERINE Lamb's LANDLORD leave letter lines live Lloyd London Magazine look Lord LOVEL LUCY Madam Magazine maid Margaret MARGARET JOHN MARIAN Mary Lamb MELESINDA mind mirth MISS FLYN mistress Mother Damnable Muse never night o'er PENDULOUS play poem poor pray pride printed prologue Sampson Sandford scene SECOND GENTLEMAN SECOND LADY secret SELBY sent servants shew SIMON SIR WALTER sister sleep smile sonnet Southey spirits sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought twas Vincent Bourne Wawd Widford wife William Witch Writing young
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Стр. 243 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Стр. 33 - My sprightly neighbor ! gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning ? TO CHARLES LLOYD.
Стр. 32 - HESTER When maidens such as Hester die, Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try, With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead,. Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, , ; ' A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no commdn rate, ; That flushed her spirit.
Стр. 25 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 127 - SATAN IN SEARCH OF A WIFE With the Whole Process of his Courtship and Marriage, and who Danced at the Wedding By an Eye Witness...
Стр. 83 - EMINENT COMPOSERS. SOME cry up Haydn, some Mozart, Just as the whim bites ; for my part, I do not care a farthing candle For either of them, or for Handel.
Стр. 322 - ... days, Coleridge, of a mother's fondness for her school-boy. What would I give to call her back to earth for one day, on my knees to ask her pardon for all those little asperities of temper which, from time to time, have given her gentle spirit pain; and the day, my friend, I trust, will Come; there will be "time enough" for kind offices of love, if "Heaven's eternal year
Стр. 313 - Poems, by ST Coleridge. Second edition — to which are now added Poems by Charles Lamb and Charles Lloyd.
Стр. 4 - Mutter'd to wretch by necromantic spell; Or of those hags, who at the witching time Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with fiends of hell: Cold horror drinks its blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear, Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell: Even such the shivering joys thy tones impart, Even so thou, Siddons ! meltest my sad heart...
Стр. 54 - For darker closets of the tomb ! She did but ope an eye, and put A clear beam forth, then straight up shut For the long dark : ne'er more to see Through glasses of mortality. Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below ? Shall we say, that Nature blind...