The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, المجلدات 1-21873 |
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... young daughter's first contributions to the Cornhill , Then During his second visit to Boston I was asked to invite him to attend an evening meet- ing of a scientific club , which was to be held at the house of a distinguished member ...
... young daughter's first contributions to the Cornhill , Then During his second visit to Boston I was asked to invite him to attend an evening meet- ing of a scientific club , which was to be held at the house of a distinguished member ...
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... young nor amiable ; yet more unfortunately it happened that the marquis ' cousin , the Baron de Villay , who generally accompanied him in his visits of ceremony , possessed all the qualities in which he was deficient ; being young and ...
... young nor amiable ; yet more unfortunately it happened that the marquis ' cousin , the Baron de Villay , who generally accompanied him in his visits of ceremony , possessed all the qualities in which he was deficient ; being young and ...
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... young Italian boy , such a wanderer from the Lake of Como as he whom Wordsworth has addressed so beautifully : - - " Or on thy head to poise a show Of plaster craft in seemly row ; The graceful form of milk - white steed , Or bird that ...
... young Italian boy , such a wanderer from the Lake of Como as he whom Wordsworth has addressed so beautifully : - - " Or on thy head to poise a show Of plaster craft in seemly row ; The graceful form of milk - white steed , Or bird that ...
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... young poets used to dream Begirt the brow of her that led the van Of merry maids , who danced on vine - clad hills To the soft tinkling music of old Grecian rills . That morn ! the young mind breaks its golden cell , And finds its wings ...
... young poets used to dream Begirt the brow of her that led the van Of merry maids , who danced on vine - clad hills To the soft tinkling music of old Grecian rills . That morn ! the young mind breaks its golden cell , And finds its wings ...
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... young and happy spirits : You and I Will thither fly , and dwell beside some stream That runs in music ' neath the Indian suns , Aye , some sweet island still shall be our home , Where fruits and flowers are born through all the year ...
... young and happy spirits : You and I Will thither fly , and dwell beside some stream That runs in music ' neath the Indian suns , Aye , some sweet island still shall be our home , Where fruits and flowers are born through all the year ...
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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.