The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, Томове 1–21873 |
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... Voices of my Home ,. i . 273 ii . 97 Bernardo del Carpio , ii . 242 The Pantofles , iii . 360 The Voice of God , ii . 311 . The Boon of Memory , ii . 362 GRANT , MRS . ANNE , The Return , iii . 226 On a Sprig of Heath , * ii . 53 The ...
... Voices of my Home ,. i . 273 ii . 97 Bernardo del Carpio , ii . 242 The Pantofles , iii . 360 The Voice of God , ii . 311 . The Boon of Memory , ii . 362 GRANT , MRS . ANNE , The Return , iii . 226 On a Sprig of Heath , * ii . 53 The ...
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... voice faltered and her hand trembled , and it was only the cold question of Ivanhoe , Is it you , gentle maiden ? " which recalled her to herself , and reminded her the sensations which she felt were not and could not be mutual . A sigh ...
... voice faltered and her hand trembled , and it was only the cold question of Ivanhoe , Is it you , gentle maiden ? " which recalled her to herself , and reminded her the sensations which she felt were not and could not be mutual . A sigh ...
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... voice . The circumstances of De Villay , rendered him irresistible in the occurred at the time Le Noir was minister of eyes of all the women in Paris , while to the the police : I forget the year . heart of Genevieve he became dearer ...
... voice . The circumstances of De Villay , rendered him irresistible in the occurred at the time Le Noir was minister of eyes of all the women in Paris , while to the the police : I forget the year . heart of Genevieve he became dearer ...
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... voice cannot well be forgotten ; and hand , Before I would take that sword from thine hand broad and high , and his voice varied with the the privy councillor , with his coronet , and his. ODE , Written in the year 1746 . How sleep the ...
... voice cannot well be forgotten ; and hand , Before I would take that sword from thine hand broad and high , and his voice varied with the the privy councillor , with his coronet , and his. ODE , Written in the year 1746 . How sleep the ...
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... voice had not the full and manly melody of the voice of Burns ; nor had he equal vigour of frame , nor the same open expanse of forehead . But his face was finely formed , and was im- pressed with a more delicate vigour than that of the ...
... voice had not the full and manly melody of the voice of Burns ; nor had he equal vigour of frame , nor the same open expanse of forehead . But his face was finely formed , and was im- pressed with a more delicate vigour than that of the ...
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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.