The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 29
... knew my lord — the major was his friend ; And with the Earl he'd oft his evenings spend ; He'd once conversed too with our only Duke , ( But then his Grace had given him a rebuke ! ) His vacant yard the flaming sign belied— " Horses and ...
... knew my lord — the major was his friend ; And with the Earl he'd oft his evenings spend ; He'd once conversed too with our only Duke , ( But then his Grace had given him a rebuke ! ) His vacant yard the flaming sign belied— " Horses and ...
الصفحة 56
William Leslie Fletcher. Years passed away , and a stranger came ; But I knew not she was come To rule in my angel mother's stead O'er my father's heart and home . Study neglected , I forgot Religion's paths to tread : My father's house ...
William Leslie Fletcher. Years passed away , and a stranger came ; But I knew not she was come To rule in my angel mother's stead O'er my father's heart and home . Study neglected , I forgot Religion's paths to tread : My father's house ...
الصفحة 64
... knew by rote each page Of Blackstone on the laws ? He seems as if ' twere in his eye The bench one day to fill ; But Fate deciding otherwise , Refused to find the bill . Thine Editor - the mighty man That used the awful " WE ...
... knew by rote each page Of Blackstone on the laws ? He seems as if ' twere in his eye The bench one day to fill ; But Fate deciding otherwise , Refused to find the bill . Thine Editor - the mighty man That used the awful " WE ...
الصفحة 65
... knew that in his hand The dead were but as those that slept , His voice , all powerful to command , Was drowned in sorrow , -Jesus wept . His mind reverted to that home , Which he so oft in peace had left , Now silent as the narrow tomb ...
... knew that in his hand The dead were but as those that slept , His voice , all powerful to command , Was drowned in sorrow , -Jesus wept . His mind reverted to that home , Which he so oft in peace had left , Now silent as the narrow tomb ...
الصفحة 89
... knew her not , Till Lethe's misty cloud passed o'er me , And when I knew , again I thought A being not of earth before me . She was so changed ! —the smile was there , Tho ' she had lost her youthful wildness ; But it was deeper ; -love ...
... knew her not , Till Lethe's misty cloud passed o'er me , And when I knew , again I thought A being not of earth before me . She was so changed ! —the smile was there , Tho ' she had lost her youthful wildness ; But it was deeper ; -love ...
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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
مقاطع مشهورة
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...