The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 18
... gone the where we scarcely need inquire . This is not in some solitary case ; ' Tis everywhere - I scarce could name its place . Improvement has been rapid in its flight— Here in its loveliness , and there in might ; Even Architecture ...
... gone the where we scarcely need inquire . This is not in some solitary case ; ' Tis everywhere - I scarce could name its place . Improvement has been rapid in its flight— Here in its loveliness , and there in might ; Even Architecture ...
الصفحة 53
... wild caress , But wearied out at length she sank , By ruthless strength o'erborne ; Her tresses streaming , wet with spray , Her bridal vestments torn . The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of IN RHYME . 33 53.
... wild caress , But wearied out at length she sank , By ruthless strength o'erborne ; Her tresses streaming , wet with spray , Her bridal vestments torn . The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of IN RHYME . 33 53.
الصفحة 54
William Leslie Fletcher. The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of voyages is o'er ; And thwart her deck loud waters roll , Where life shall be no more . For there her shattered wreck is cast , While o'er it weeps the surge ; And the ...
William Leslie Fletcher. The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of voyages is o'er ; And thwart her deck loud waters roll , Where life shall be no more . For there her shattered wreck is cast , While o'er it weeps the surge ; And the ...
الصفحة 55
... eye . " Father , " I cried , " why dost thou weep ? " " We are left alone , " he said ; " Thy mother is gone to her last long sleep- Thy mother , my boy , is dead ! " Years passed away , and a stranger came ; But IN RHYME . 55.
... eye . " Father , " I cried , " why dost thou weep ? " " We are left alone , " he said ; " Thy mother is gone to her last long sleep- Thy mother , my boy , is dead ! " Years passed away , and a stranger came ; But IN RHYME . 55.
الصفحة 59
... gone when trumpet's tongue Could call to arms the old , the young ; Could to the field of blood and strife , From home , from friends , from much - lov'd wife , And from th ' endearing babe's caress , Who clambering to his knee had ...
... gone when trumpet's tongue Could call to arms the old , the young ; Could to the field of blood and strife , From home , from friends , from much - lov'd wife , And from th ' endearing babe's caress , Who clambering to his knee had ...
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ancient Rome Anguish art thou beam beauty Beneath blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cried Curlieu dare dark dead death doth dream Dublin earth Erin's falchion father feel flower friends glen grave Gunhilda hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven Herodotus honour hour king King Arthur kiss knew land life's look merry mighty mirth monarch morn Morogh mother Mount Kennedy mountain mountain goat natal day Nature's ne'er neath never night North Strand nought o'er OLORUS pain peace Picts prayer pride prince Promised Home proud Rathdrum reign rills rose round Saxon scarce scorned sigh Sir Tristram Slander sleep smile song soul stream Summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro Thucydides thy brow Twas vale verse village Vortigern weep Western Isle Wicklow wild wish young youth
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الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...