Book of Elegant Poetical ExtractsLeavitt & Allen Bros., 1869 - 506 páginas |
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... thee : There's not a wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . What tender strains of passion can impart The pangs of absence ...
... thee : There's not a wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . What tender strains of passion can impart The pangs of absence ...
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... thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The nour that tears my soul from thee . Far I BYRON'S Bride of Abydos . go where fate may lead me , Far across the troubled deep ; Where no stranger's ear ...
... thee , and learn to halve my heart ? Years have not seen , time shall not see The nour that tears my soul from thee . Far I BYRON'S Bride of Abydos . go where fate may lead me , Far across the troubled deep ; Where no stranger's ear ...
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John T. Watson. ACTION . 15 When far from thee I bide , In dreams still at ny side I've talk'd to thee ; And when I woke , I sigh'd Myself alone to see . From the German - TAYLOR . We must part awhile ; A few short months - tho ' short ...
John T. Watson. ACTION . 15 When far from thee I bide , In dreams still at ny side I've talk'd to thee ; And when I woke , I sigh'd Myself alone to see . From the German - TAYLOR . We must part awhile ; A few short months - tho ' short ...
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... thee As wretches , that are doubtful of hereafter , Part with their lives , unwilling , loath and fearful , And ... thee , Then back to busy life again . BYRON . 19 20 ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING . Then fare thee.
... thee As wretches , that are doubtful of hereafter , Part with their lives , unwilling , loath and fearful , And ... thee , Then back to busy life again . BYRON . 19 20 ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING . Then fare thee.
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... thee : Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But time may teach me to forget thee . But now the moments bring Theme of parting , with redoubled wing ; The why - the where - what boots it now to tell ? Since all must end in that wild ...
... thee : Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But time may teach me to forget thee . But now the moments bring Theme of parting , with redoubled wing ; The why - the where - what boots it now to tell ? Since all must end in that wild ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...