Gems of Literature, Elegant, Rare, and Suggestive ...William P. Nimmo, 1866 - 147 Seiten |
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... Spring first question'd Winter's sway . And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping gale , Unnoticed ...
... Spring first question'd Winter's sway . And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping gale , Unnoticed ...
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... spring should fail to prank the sod of England with primroses , as to suppose that there will ever be a time with us when the cheeks of girls shall not bloom , and their hearts cease to be stored with those blessed influences which tend ...
... spring should fail to prank the sod of England with primroses , as to suppose that there will ever be a time with us when the cheeks of girls shall not bloom , and their hearts cease to be stored with those blessed influences which tend ...
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... Spring wind , Blaavin , And sweet it was to me- For before the bell of the snowdrop Or the pink of the apple tree- Long before your first Spring torrent Came down with a flash and a whirl , In the breast of its happy mother There ...
... Spring wind , Blaavin , And sweet it was to me- For before the bell of the snowdrop Or the pink of the apple tree- Long before your first Spring torrent Came down with a flash and a whirl , In the breast of its happy mother There ...
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... Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I ...
... Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . Soon as the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I ...
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... Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! Alas , sweet bird ! now in my fate , Dark scowling skies I see Fast gathering round , and fraught ...
... Spring to hail . Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green , Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year ! Alas , sweet bird ! now in my fate , Dark scowling skies I see Fast gathering round , and fraught ...
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Seite 71 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 23 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Seite 130 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Seite 121 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Seite 31 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Seite 23 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Seite xi - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Seite 84 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Seite 11 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Seite 90 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...