Hidden Sense: Seek and Find, Or, Double AcrosticsE. R. Babington Frederick Warne, 1867 - 112 páginas |
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... bore her away to the grave . " " Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom , Yet in thy heart , what human sympathies , What soft compassion glows - as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume . " 2 " Weave the warp ...
... bore her away to the grave . " " Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom , Yet in thy heart , what human sympathies , What soft compassion glows - as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume . " 2 " Weave the warp ...
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... bore it is reckoned . 3 Volcanic islands in the sea , My third ; you'll find them in the map . 4 The noon - day sun is burning me , I'll seek my fourth , or , if by hap You have taken it , we had better try To make it up ; or else good ...
... bore it is reckoned . 3 Volcanic islands in the sea , My third ; you'll find them in the map . 4 The noon - day sun is burning me , I'll seek my fourth , or , if by hap You have taken it , we had better try To make it up ; or else good ...
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... bore his ship , -the mighty city's name Which chides his daring , yet exalts his fame . 1 Man hustles man , where once gay courtiers play'd . 2 A part in music , high , yet second made . 3 What's done is done , least said the soonest ...
... bore his ship , -the mighty city's name Which chides his daring , yet exalts his fame . 1 Man hustles man , where once gay courtiers play'd . 2 A part in music , high , yet second made . 3 What's done is done , least said the soonest ...
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... bore . 9 Cat's - paw was I , yet patriot meant to be . 10 Egyptian tenth , they long to cut through thee . 11 Marvel of nature , men travel miles to view . 12 Pronounced sans " H " by some , if not by you . 13 A county in a neighbouring ...
... bore . 9 Cat's - paw was I , yet patriot meant to be . 10 Egyptian tenth , they long to cut through thee . 11 Marvel of nature , men travel miles to view . 12 Pronounced sans " H " by some , if not by you . 13 A county in a neighbouring ...
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... bore he the brunt of the fray , The dead before him , on that day , In a semicircle lay ; Still he combated unwounded , Tho ' retreating , unsurrounded . " 5 " Soft and sweet are the sounds that then Steal out from copse - wood , fold ...
... bore he the brunt of the fray , The dead before him , on that day , In a semicircle lay ; Still he combated unwounded , Tho ' retreating , unsurrounded . " 5 " Soft and sweet are the sounds that then Steal out from copse - wood , fold ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ACROSTICS amid art thou bear beautiful behold beneath bird blest bore brave breast breath bright British Museum 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 hair hand happy hath head heart heaven hero heroine HIDDEN SENSE 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 THREEPENCE thro tongue Twas vowel wandering wave ween wild winding
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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 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 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 22 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set where were they...
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...