Flowers for All SeasonsPartridge, 1854 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... departed by rail- way for Ardrossan , and sailed from thence by steamer to England , carrying with us a remem- brance of the " Land of Burns " that will not be easily eradicated . LINLITHGOW PALACE . * OH , fair Linlithgow ! there 158 ...
... departed by rail- way for Ardrossan , and sailed from thence by steamer to England , carrying with us a remem- brance of the " Land of Burns " that will not be easily eradicated . LINLITHGOW PALACE . * OH , fair Linlithgow ! there 158 ...
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... that moment , having finished his sketch , he packed up his materials , and departed . Thus it is with the belief in apparitions - it springs from causes , ninety - nine out of an hundred of 172 FLOWERS FOR ALL SEASONS .
... that moment , having finished his sketch , he packed up his materials , and departed . Thus it is with the belief in apparitions - it springs from causes , ninety - nine out of an hundred of 172 FLOWERS FOR ALL SEASONS .
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... departed this life on the 23rd of April , 1616 -I allude to Michael Cervantes , the immortal author of " Don Quixote . " Thus at , I may say , the same instant of time , was the world deprived of two of its most shining lights . There ...
... departed this life on the 23rd of April , 1616 -I allude to Michael Cervantes , the immortal author of " Don Quixote . " Thus at , I may say , the same instant of time , was the world deprived of two of its most shining lights . There ...
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... departed , Some lived to manhood's noon , but all are gone ! And even in their lives how were they scatter'd ! Distance or fate had made them kin no more ; Some lived to see their hopes all dead and shatter'd , Whilst some through life ...
... departed , Some lived to manhood's noon , but all are gone ! And even in their lives how were they scatter'd ! Distance or fate had made them kin no more ; Some lived to see their hopes all dead and shatter'd , Whilst some through life ...
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... lie , Kindred and friends departed to that shore Where only happiness can never die . Teach me , O God , comfort and hope to find , Even in the moaning of the sad - voiced wind . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ISLE OF MAN . Ir was a 265.
... lie , Kindred and friends departed to that shore Where only happiness can never die . Teach me , O God , comfort and hope to find , Even in the moaning of the sad - voiced wind . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ISLE OF MAN . Ir was a 265.
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Alloway Alloway Kirk amongst appeared beautiful became beheld bells Ben Jonson breath bright brother Burns Burns's called cheek cheer companions Comus cottage Countess of Tripoli dark daugh dead dear death delight dream dwelling earth existence eyes fair father feel felt flowers gaze gentle gipsy glad hand happy harvest hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hour of musing JOHN BOLTON Kirk knew lady land light Lilias Young LINLITHGOW PALACE lips listened live look memory merry Milton mind morning mother never night o'er once Paradise Lost Paradise Regained parents passed Peel Castle poem poet poetry ramble Robert Burns scene seemed Shakspere Shakspere's Shanter sighs sister smile song soul sound spirit Stephen Gray sweet Tam o'Shanter tears thee thine thou wert thought tones Tynwald village voice wandering whilst wife wild wish words Wordsworth youth
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Стр. 236 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Стр. 250 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Стр. 187 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Стр. 150 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Стр. 236 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Стр. 234 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth ; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral ; easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting ; whatever images it can supply are long ago exhausted ; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind. When Cowley tells of Hervey, that they studied together, it is easy to suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours...
Стр. 34 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Стр. 158 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi...
Стр. 235 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Стр. 250 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.