Book of Elegant Poetical ExtractsLeavitt & Allen Bros., 1869 - 506 страници |
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... sigh'd Myself alone to see . From the German - TAYLOR . We must part awhile ; A few short months - tho ' short , they will be long Without thy dear society : but yet We must endure it , and our love will be The fonder after parting - it ...
... sigh'd Myself alone to see . From the German - TAYLOR . We must part awhile ; A few short months - tho ' short , they will be long Without thy dear society : but yet We must endure it , and our love will be The fonder after parting - it ...
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... sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell , When wrung from guilt's expiring eye , Are in that word , farewell - farewell ! CRABBE'S Hall . Farewell ! -a word that hath been and must be , A sound that makes us linger - yet ...
... sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell , When wrung from guilt's expiring eye , Are in that word , farewell - farewell ! CRABBE'S Hall . Farewell ! -a word that hath been and must be , A sound that makes us linger - yet ...
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... sigh'd - beloved , fare thee well ! MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . We parted in sadness , but spoke not of parting ; We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign ; I saw not her eyes , and but one tear - drop starting Fell down on her hand ...
... sigh'd - beloved , fare thee well ! MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . We parted in sadness , but spoke not of parting ; We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign ; I saw not her eyes , and but one tear - drop starting Fell down on her hand ...
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... sigh , A weight is pressing on my breast ; A breath breathes on me witheringly , My tears are dry , my sighs supprest ! The New Timon . N. P. WILLIS ADVICE . Let me entreat You to unfold the anguish of your heart ; Mishaps are master'd ...
... sigh , A weight is pressing on my breast ; A breath breathes on me witheringly , My tears are dry , my sighs supprest ! The New Timon . N. P. WILLIS ADVICE . Let me entreat You to unfold the anguish of your heart ; Mishaps are master'd ...
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... sigh Which sorrow oft will heave- One heart , the ways of life to cheer , Though rugged they might be- No language can express how dear That heart would be to me ! 29 BALFE'S Bohemian Girl . -Those tones of dear delight , The morning ...
... sigh Which sorrow oft will heave- One heart , the ways of life to cheer , Though rugged they might be- No language can express how dear That heart would be to me ! 29 BALFE'S Bohemian Girl . -Those tones of dear delight , The morning ...
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Страница 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Страница 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Страница 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Страница 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Страница 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Страница 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Страница 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Страница 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Страница 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...