Hunt the slipper by various hands or Double acrostics by various heads1871 |
Términos y frases comunes
ancient Behead beware Birthplace bloody brave bright called Cannibal cause celebrated chief town colours Constantinople dark delight despised dislike doth dread e'en English river faded fair fall fame famous fate fear flies France French friends fruit gain garden give glory green grief hand hard head heard hero honour India INITIALS island Italian Italy king land LAST light live loud midland counties monarch mountain Muses musical instrument ne'er never nigger nigh night noble noble savage o'er once pain painter past perchance Peru pleasant poet poor race renown reversed rich Rome Russia says SECOND seen soft sometimes sorrow sort sought sound Southern isle Spain sting sweet tail tell thee things thou tis better toil TRIPLE ACROSTIC Turk twas victim weary ween weep well-known WHOLE wild wondrous word wretched young
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Página 99 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Página 89 - What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
Página 84 - Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink ; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Página 34 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring.
Página 109 - And this is law that I'll maintain Until my dying day, sir, That whatsoever king shall reign, Still I'll be the Vicar of Bray, sir.
Página 85 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 21 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Página 34 - Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
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