Kottabos: College Miscellany, المجلد 3،العدد 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... soft a bower , or where so goodly a hall , As the dell where the echoes listen'd to the noise of the waterfall ? And where was there cheek of woman as lovely to soul and sense As the gracious hues of the woodlands in depths of the ...
... soft a bower , or where so goodly a hall , As the dell where the echoes listen'd to the noise of the waterfall ? And where was there cheek of woman as lovely to soul and sense As the gracious hues of the woodlands in depths of the ...
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... soft full curves . Here steps down a fair girl smiling , lightly borne as with wings , Yet , indeed , like a panther stretching , and swift as a pard that springs . She flies like a cloud of summer , all nakedly bright from the wood ...
... soft full curves . Here steps down a fair girl smiling , lightly borne as with wings , Yet , indeed , like a panther stretching , and swift as a pard that springs . She flies like a cloud of summer , all nakedly bright from the wood ...
الصفحة 7
... soft back bent for a keel , With but lips and eyes over water , and sometimes a ruddering heel . And here lies another , drifting , full - stretch'd in her snowy pride , Enfolded from ear to ankle - a marble bar - in the tide . And here ...
... soft back bent for a keel , With but lips and eyes over water , and sometimes a ruddering heel . And here lies another , drifting , full - stretch'd in her snowy pride , Enfolded from ear to ankle - a marble bar - in the tide . And here ...
الصفحة 30
... Soft murmuring waves around the stony breast Of this hard cliff that will not yield nor soften , Than fall my sighs on that dull ear . O Love ! Blind and capricious - shooting all astray- Thy heedless arrows , causing hearts to be ...
... Soft murmuring waves around the stony breast Of this hard cliff that will not yield nor soften , Than fall my sighs on that dull ear . O Love ! Blind and capricious - shooting all astray- Thy heedless arrows , causing hearts to be ...
الصفحة 40
... soft grey eyes . And I look back into the distance , And I feel my spirit rejoice , Till the chamber is fill'd with music , And the song of thy sweet low voice . A step - a touch in the darkness : A touch of thy pale small hand , And ...
... soft grey eyes . And I look back into the distance , And I feel my spirit rejoice , Till the chamber is fill'd with music , And the song of thy sweet low voice . A step - a touch in the darkness : A touch of thy pale small hand , And ...
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الصفحة 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
الصفحة 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
الصفحة 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
الصفحة 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
الصفحة 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
الصفحة 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
الصفحة 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
الصفحة 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?