Hidden Sense: Seek and Find, Or, Double AcrosticsE. R. Babington Frederick Warne, 1867 - 112 páginas |
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... pride , Boasts that upon my second rests His power and empire wide . But we have quench'd in purer streams Of Christian truth , our thirst : And well we know that all his claims Can but be called my first . My whole - fair plant , how ...
... pride , Boasts that upon my second rests His power and empire wide . But we have quench'd in purer streams Of Christian truth , our thirst : And well we know that all his claims Can but be called my first . My whole - fair plant , how ...
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... pride . " 4 " His black cowl and weeds bespeak a life Devoted to austere observance . " LIV . " O what is my first ? " Said Nisrock . " Perfect misery , the worst Of evils , and excessive , overthrows All patience . " But then comes in ...
... pride . " 4 " His black cowl and weeds bespeak a life Devoted to austere observance . " LIV . " O what is my first ? " Said Nisrock . " Perfect misery , the worst Of evils , and excessive , overthrows All patience . " But then comes in ...
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... pride behold thy son ! ' " " How meek soe'er he seem , No keener hunter after glory breathes ; He loves it in his knights more than himself . " 4 " Princely counsel in his face yet shone ; Majestic , though in ruin . " LIX . The secrets ...
... pride behold thy son ! ' " " How meek soe'er he seem , No keener hunter after glory breathes ; He loves it in his knights more than himself . " 4 " Princely counsel in his face yet shone ; Majestic , though in ruin . " LIX . The secrets ...
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... pride , His ghost at her bridal appeared at her side ; Taxed her with perjury - claimed her as bride , And bore her away to the grave . " " Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom , Yet in thy heart , what human sympathies , What soft ...
... pride , His ghost at her bridal appeared at her side ; Taxed her with perjury - claimed her as bride , And bore her away to the grave . " " Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom , Yet in thy heart , what human sympathies , What soft ...
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... pride . " 6 " Farewell ! " said the prince " Count , without a head . " 7 Let the winds howl on . 8 " A false sorceresse Who many errant knights hath brought to wretchedness . " 9 " Quietly shining to the quiet moon . " 10 A brave ...
... pride . " 6 " Farewell ! " said the prince " Count , without a head . " 7 Let the winds howl on . 8 " A false sorceresse Who many errant knights hath brought to wretchedness . " 9 " Quietly shining to the quiet moon . " 10 A brave ...
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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 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...