Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the author of 'Success in life'.1860 |
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الصفحة 34
... hope shall ne'er rise higher Than for a pardon that he dares admire . " Is not the spot thus sacred to the muses such a haunt as one would delight to linger in through a long summer day , with some sweet poet's page , to while away the ...
... hope shall ne'er rise higher Than for a pardon that he dares admire . " Is not the spot thus sacred to the muses such a haunt as one would delight to linger in through a long summer day , with some sweet poet's page , to while away the ...
الصفحة 48
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward ' gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward ' gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
الصفحة 81
... hope devoutly expressed by him in the opening sentence of his will , written only a month before his death : - " I commend my soul into the hands of God my Creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus ...
... hope devoutly expressed by him in the opening sentence of his will , written only a month before his death : - " I commend my soul into the hands of God my Creator , hoping , and assuredly believing , through the only merits of Jesus ...
الصفحة 95
... hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself but thee . EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE . UNDERNEATH this ...
... hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself but thee . EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE . UNDERNEATH this ...
الصفحة 134
... hope that reaps not shame . Therefore be sure Thou when the bridegroom , with his feastful friends , Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night , Hast gained thy entrance , virgin wise and pure . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT . AVENGE ...
... hope that reaps not shame . Therefore be sure Thou when the bridegroom , with his feastful friends , Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night , Hast gained thy entrance , virgin wise and pure . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT . AVENGE ...
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Abbotsford amid Ampthill beauty Ben Jonson blest bliss breast breath bright Charlecote Park cheer Christmas Crocodile crown dark dear death delight Derley Manor Dogb doth dream dwell ears earth Elizabethan era ELOISA TO ABELARD England eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fame fancy father Felicia Hemans flowers grace grave Hall happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills Howard Hudibras humour King lady light live look Lord lover maid Master constable Milton mind mirth morning mother mourn neighbouring never night o'er party passions pleasure poem poet poet's poetesses poetic poetry pray Queen Queen Caroline river Esk round scene Scotland Shakspere shine Sir Philip Sidney sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul Spenser Sultaun sunny gales sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou thought throne tion tree Twickenham unto voice weep wild wind young youth
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الصفحة 303 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
الصفحة 125 - Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 309 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
الصفحة 87 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
الصفحة 85 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
الصفحة 209 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
الصفحة 318 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
الصفحة 128 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
الصفحة 84 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
الصفحة 84 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...