The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, المجلدات 1-21873 |
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... passing without the castle , and report to Ivanhoe the preparations which the assailants were making for the storm ... passed beyond the precincts of the castle , but also commanded a view of the outwork likely to be the first object ...
... passing without the castle , and report to Ivanhoe the preparations which the assailants were making for the storm ... passed beyond the precincts of the castle , but also commanded a view of the outwork likely to be the first object ...
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... passed away alone . Dickens told me that , looking on him as he lay in his coffin , he wondered that the figure he had known in life as one of such noble presence could seem so shrunken and wasted ; but there had been years of sorrow ...
... passed away alone . Dickens told me that , looking on him as he lay in his coffin , he wondered that the figure he had known in life as one of such noble presence could seem so shrunken and wasted ; but there had been years of sorrow ...
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... passed and the dan- ger , though continually talked of , never ap- peared , she was rather excited and desennuyée , by the continual recurrence of these alarms . She would have been perfectly happy in her husband's increasing and ...
... passed and the dan- ger , though continually talked of , never ap- peared , she was rather excited and desennuyée , by the continual recurrence of these alarms . She would have been perfectly happy in her husband's increasing and ...
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... passed ; firmly resolved that nothing should tear the terrible secret from her own breast : but the profound melancholy which had settled on her heart , and her pining and altered looks , could not escape the eyes of her affectionate ...
... passed ; firmly resolved that nothing should tear the terrible secret from her own breast : but the profound melancholy which had settled on her heart , and her pining and altered looks , could not escape the eyes of her affectionate ...
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... passed away , during which time , from the mere habit of seeing us frequently , Rachel became so far tamed as to behold me and my usual walking companion without much dismay ; would drop her little curtsey without colouring so very ...
... passed away , during which time , from the mere habit of seeing us frequently , Rachel became so far tamed as to behold me and my usual walking companion without much dismay ; would drop her little curtsey without colouring so very ...
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Amel Andrew Waddell appeared arms Athenæum Club beautiful birds called Cardo CASQUET child Cleora cried dark dear death delight door Dora dream earth eyes face father fear feel fire Flashman followed Frederick Hume gave George Withers girl give hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Hume husband Ivanhoe JACQUES JASMIN John Brown knew lady leave Leosthenes light living London look Lord Byron Masaniello mind morning mother nature Nettie never night o'er once passed poet poor replied Richard Sale Rip Van Winkle Romelli round seemed silent sleep smile soon soul spirit stood Surbiton sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Timoleon tion told took turned voice wife wild woman wonder words young youth
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الصفحة 49 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 83 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
الصفحة 49 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
الصفحة 364 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
الصفحة 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
الصفحة 49 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 23 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
الصفحة 49 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
الصفحة 269 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
الصفحة 73 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.