The Literary Bouquet: Gathered from Favorite AuthorsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 страници |
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... mountain's head : Then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains , rejoicing in the sight , Eye the blue vault , and bless the useful light . Pope . C Q HYMN TO THE ...
... mountain's head : Then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains , rejoicing in the sight , Eye the blue vault , and bless the useful light . Pope . C Q HYMN TO THE ...
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... mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores unroll'd . OF THE SOUL'S ...
... mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores unroll'd . OF THE SOUL'S ...
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... mountains , meteors , seas , and winds and storms His brothers , younger brothers , whom he scarce As equals deemed . All passions of all men , The wild and tame , the gentle and severe ; E All thoughts , all maxims , sacred and profane ...
... mountains , meteors , seas , and winds and storms His brothers , younger brothers , whom he scarce As equals deemed . All passions of all men , The wild and tame , the gentle and severe ; E All thoughts , all maxims , sacred and profane ...
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... mountain sat ; not soiled and worn , As if he from the earth had laboured up ; But , as some bird of heavenly plumage fair , He looked , which down from higher regions came , And perched it there , to see what lay beneath . Robert ...
... mountain sat ; not soiled and worn , As if he from the earth had laboured up ; But , as some bird of heavenly plumage fair , He looked , which down from higher regions came , And perched it there , to see what lay beneath . Robert ...
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... mountain on the sea- shore . The king immediately began to rage against his doctor for this piece of treachery and witchcraft ; but at length , knowing it was in vain to be angry , he set himself to think on proper methods for getting a ...
... mountain on the sea- shore . The king immediately began to rage against his doctor for this piece of treachery and witchcraft ; but at length , knowing it was in vain to be angry , he set himself to think on proper methods for getting a ...
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acquaintance be forgot ain dear angel auld acquaintance Auld Beggar auld lang syne beauty Ben Jonson bird blaw breath bright Brutus Cæsar china bowl crystal waters dainty Davie dark dead death deep delight Devon dream earth ERIN GO BRAGH eyes fair Father William fear flowers Floy frae friends gi'e golden grave ha'e hand hand-we are brethren happy hath heart heaven Highlands honourable hope Janet kind kiss light Literary Bouquet live Longfellow look lovers MARK ANTONY morning night noble o'er red planet Mars remember river Robert Nicoll Robert Pollok shining silent silver smile sorrow soul spirit stars stood sure it's winter sweet tears tell tender thee thine things Thomas Campbell Thomas Hood Thou hast thou never thought thy auld Trunnion twa hae W. H. D. Adams weep wild winter fairly wounded youth
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Страница 149 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Страница 150 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Страница 88 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 40 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Страница 92 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Страница 87 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Страница 82 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? \ Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Страница 43 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Страница 114 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Страница 40 - Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements!