The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, المجلدات 1-21873 |
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... turned out a much better one , if he had begun earlier to study that language ; bát unfortunately he did not begin till he was fifteen years of age . Thackeray , in quoting to me this saying of Wakefield , remarked , My English would ...
... turned out a much better one , if he had begun earlier to study that language ; bát unfortunately he did not begin till he was fifteen years of age . Thackeray , in quoting to me this saying of Wakefield , remarked , My English would ...
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... turned back in spite of all her entreaties , promising to re- join her at Paris within a few days . He had never during the journey uttered a word which could betray his knowledge that she had any motive for her journey but that which ...
... turned back in spite of all her entreaties , promising to re- join her at Paris within a few days . He had never during the journey uttered a word which could betray his knowledge that she had any motive for her journey but that which ...
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... turned back , determined to have the boots , anyhow , by fair means or foul ; and I'm loath to tell you now how he got thim - for indeed it was a dirty turn , and throth it was the only dirty turn I ever knew Paddy to be guilty av ; and ...
... turned back , determined to have the boots , anyhow , by fair means or foul ; and I'm loath to tell you now how he got thim - for indeed it was a dirty turn , and throth it was the only dirty turn I ever knew Paddy to be guilty av ; and ...
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... turned her eyes towards her friend before answering her sister . " It is just Nettie's way , " cried Susan " just how she always does - holds out against you to the very last , and then turns round and darts off before you can draw your ...
... turned her eyes towards her friend before answering her sister . " It is just Nettie's way , " cried Susan " just how she always does - holds out against you to the very last , and then turns round and darts off before you can draw your ...
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... turned - up sleeves . turned to her with instinctive curiosity . Never in all her troubles had Nettie been so pale ; she looked in her sister's face with a kind of despair . " Is this true , Susan ? " she said , with a sor- rowful ...
... turned - up sleeves . turned to her with instinctive curiosity . Never in all her troubles had Nettie been so pale ; she looked in her sister's face with a kind of despair . " Is this true , Susan ? " she said , with a sor- rowful ...
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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.