Hidden Sense: Seek and Find, Or, Double AcrosticsE. R. Babington Frederick Warne, 1867 - 112 páginas |
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... of day . " 5 " The needy villains ' general home , The common shore of Paris and of Rome . " " To the foot Treacherous and false , it smiles , and it is cold . " 6 " When in thy wide career the world around 24 HIDDEN SENSE .
... of day . " 5 " The needy villains ' general home , The common shore of Paris and of Rome . " " To the foot Treacherous and false , it smiles , and it is cold . " 6 " When in thy wide career the world around 24 HIDDEN SENSE .
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... a tyrant's court ; Disdain'd , —and died . ” " CXLV . They , Ancestors of Nature , -held Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . " 1 The pirate's home . 2 A scourge of Rome DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 89.
... a tyrant's court ; Disdain'd , —and died . ” " CXLV . They , Ancestors of Nature , -held Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . " 1 The pirate's home . 2 A scourge of Rome DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 89.
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... Rome . 3 Esteem'd a great pleasure By students at leisure . 4 A bird , but scarcely of the air . 5 Keep to the path ; -avoid his lair . CXLVI . " O , were it mine to wander through The trackless firmament with you ! And drop with you to ...
... Rome . 3 Esteem'd a great pleasure By students at leisure . 4 A bird , but scarcely of the air . 5 Keep to the path ; -avoid his lair . CXLVI . " O , were it mine to wander through The trackless firmament with you ! And drop with you to ...
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... Rome . 2 Mother of Jabal , Who made tents his home . 3 Mother of heroes Fam'd in days of yore . 4 An order fraught With life or death he bore . 5 One of nine sisters : I must not tell you more . 6 Beware , my sixth , Though royal , he ...
... Rome . 2 Mother of Jabal , Who made tents his home . 3 Mother of heroes Fam'd in days of yore . 4 An order fraught With life or death he bore . 5 One of nine sisters : I must not tell you more . 6 Beware , my sixth , Though royal , he ...
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... thy name to be forgot . " 1 " Clear of hoof and clear of horn Sharply pointed as a thorn . " 2 Depos'd the Emperor of Rome And made fair Italy their home . 3 " Come to me from the ocean's dead ! DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 95.
... thy name to be forgot . " 1 " Clear of hoof and clear of horn Sharply pointed as a thorn . " 2 Depos'd the Emperor of Rome And made fair Italy their home . 3 " Come to me from the ocean's dead ! DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 95.
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Hidden Sense: Seek and Find Or Double Acrostics (1867) E. R. Babington Sin vista previa disponible - 2008 |
Términos y frases comunes
ACROSTICS amid art thou bear beautiful behold beneath bird blest bore brave breast breath bright British Museum brow celebrated charms child climes COVENT GARDEN crown Danube dark daughter dead death deep dost doth drave E'en earth eyes fair fam'd fame flood flower foam glorious glory grace GREENLAND hair hand happy hath head heart heaven hero heroine hill honour Italian Italy king knighthood lady land light liv'd Lord lov'd maid mighty mother mountain ne'er neath never night noble nymph o'er poet poor praise Pray pride prince proud proudly queen rill river Rome rose sacred sage saw him stand Saxon Scotland shine shore skiff smile soft song soul Spain sprite star stood stream sweet sweetest sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thro tongue Twas wandering wave ween wild winding
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Página 4 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 4 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 56 - I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD.' I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 96 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Página 5 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Página 67 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts, a heavenly hue Of words like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Página 23 - Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash And merciless ravage ; and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being...
Página 67 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known!
Página 88 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Página 56 - THERE is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain ; And, the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again ! When hailstones have been falling, swarm on swarm, Or blasts the green field and the trees distrest, Oft have I seen it muffled up from harm, In close self-shelter, like a Thing at rest. But lately, one rough day, this Flower I...