Gems of Thought, and Flowers of FancyRichard Wright Procter Partridge, 1855 - Всего страниц: 428 |
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Richard Wright Procter. now awaited him ; but once during that period the offer of re - instatement was made to him and refused , because he would not serve under his adversary . Time , however , or necessity , modified these feelings ...
Richard Wright Procter. now awaited him ; but once during that period the offer of re - instatement was made to him and refused , because he would not serve under his adversary . Time , however , or necessity , modified these feelings ...
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... once more . Our wisdom now is scorning What our fathers deem'd a boon ; The world's bright clouds of morning Have melted in her noon . Yet , for the parted glory They shed on mortal mould , Think gently of the phantasy That framed the ...
... once more . Our wisdom now is scorning What our fathers deem'd a boon ; The world's bright clouds of morning Have melted in her noon . Yet , for the parted glory They shed on mortal mould , Think gently of the phantasy That framed the ...
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... Once took a blanketeerink . Eh ! lorjus days , booath far an woide , Theer's yards o ' books at every stroide , Fro top to bothum , eend , an soide , Sich plecks there's very few so : Aw axt him if they wurn for t ' sell ; For Nan ...
... Once took a blanketeerink . Eh ! lorjus days , booath far an woide , Theer's yards o ' books at every stroide , Fro top to bothum , eend , an soide , Sich plecks there's very few so : Aw axt him if they wurn for t ' sell ; For Nan ...
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... once , I do remember well , Whilst thus his gaze intently set , He said that he should love to dwell Where such bright beings nightly met ; Or happy be alone to roam Upon the bright and beauteous dome ; And then he ask'd with tearful ...
... once , I do remember well , Whilst thus his gaze intently set , He said that he should love to dwell Where such bright beings nightly met ; Or happy be alone to roam Upon the bright and beauteous dome ; And then he ask'd with tearful ...
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... once touch'd the cup , She swill'd till all was gone . John often urged her to drink fair , But she cared not a jot- She loved to see that angel there , And therefore drain'd the pot . When John found all remonstrance vain , Another ...
... once touch'd the cup , She swill'd till all was gone . John often urged her to drink fair , But she cared not a jot- She loved to see that angel there , And therefore drain'd the pot . When John found all remonstrance vain , Another ...
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beautiful beneath bird bless bloom blue BORN bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm chamber door cheek cheer child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep DIED dreams e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT EMILY BRONTE eyes fair fled flowers fond gaze gentle glide glory grave green Grongar Hill hast hath heard heart heaven hills hope JOHN SCHOLES JOSEPH AUGUSTINE WADE life's light live lonely look'd lyre maiden Malhamdale morning mortal mother MUSE Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd PHILIP JAMES BAILEY POEMS press'd Quoth the Raven Raven ROBERT TANNAHILL rose tree round seem'd shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS GASPEY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought toil twas vale voice wandering wave weep wild WILLIAM PAYNTER wind wing young youth
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Стр. 113 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Стр. 230 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Стр. 362 - ABOU BEN ADHEM — may his tribe increase — Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold And to the presence in the room he said: 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Стр. 96 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Стр. 366 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Стр. 96 - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore.
Стр. 93 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Стр. 5 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Стр. 193 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Стр. 388 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.