The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, Томове 1–21873 |
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... play- fulness , and persisted , she would look so scared and disconsolate , as she became more and more bewildered , that the remembrance of her natural gaiety when I first strayed into her path , and of her being my child - wife ...
... play- fulness , and persisted , she would look so scared and disconsolate , as she became more and more bewildered , that the remembrance of her natural gaiety when I first strayed into her path , and of her being my child - wife ...
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... play'd me then a bitter prank , When , with the wild horse for my guide , They bound me to his foaming flank ; At length I play'd them one as frank- For time at last sets all things even- And if we do but watch the hour , There never ...
... play'd me then a bitter prank , When , with the wild horse for my guide , They bound me to his foaming flank ; At length I play'd them one as frank- For time at last sets all things even- And if we do but watch the hour , There never ...
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... play of the " Lover's Melancholly , " played at the Blackfriars and Globe Theatres , Nov. 24 , 1628 , and VOL . L of which Gifford says- " It has much of the grace and sweetness which distinguish the genius of Ford . " He wrote eleven plays ...
... play of the " Lover's Melancholly , " played at the Blackfriars and Globe Theatres , Nov. 24 , 1628 , and VOL . L of which Gifford says- " It has much of the grace and sweetness which distinguish the genius of Ford . " He wrote eleven plays ...
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... playing the game into your adversaries ' hands , by always letting their imaginations take part with their cowardice ... play the public or their friends slippery tricks , have in secret no objection to betray them . One finds out the ...
... playing the game into your adversaries ' hands , by always letting their imaginations take part with their cowardice ... play the public or their friends slippery tricks , have in secret no objection to betray them . One finds out the ...
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... play the principal and sole part . They must needs be very imposing or amusing characters to surround themselves with a circle of friends , who find that they are to be mere ciphers . The egotism would in such instances be offensive and ...
... play the principal and sole part . They must needs be very imposing or amusing characters to surround themselves with a circle of friends , who find that they are to be mere ciphers . The egotism would in such instances be offensive and ...
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Страница 49 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Страница 83 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Страница 49 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 364 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Страница 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Страница 49 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Страница 23 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Страница 49 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Страница 269 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Страница 73 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.