Gems of Literature, Elegant, Rare, and Suggestive ...William P. Nimmo, 1866 - 147 Seiten |
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... breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friends remember'd not . ENIGMA Byron ' TWA And echo caught faintly the ...
... breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friends remember'd not . ENIGMA Byron ' TWA And echo caught faintly the ...
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... breath , Attends at his birth and awaits him in death ; It presides o'er his happiness , honour , and health , Is ... breathe on it softly - it dies in an hour . ( Kirke White . ) ILD offspring of a dark. WAS whisper'd in heaven , ' twas ...
... breath , Attends at his birth and awaits him in death ; It presides o'er his happiness , honour , and health , Is ... breathe on it softly - it dies in an hour . ( Kirke White . ) ILD offspring of a dark. WAS whisper'd in heaven , ' twas ...
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... breath , and will extinguish it . Thou , whose whole existence hitherto was a chimera and scenic show , at length becomest a reality : sumptuous Versailles bursts asunder , like a dream , into void Immensity : Time is done , and all the ...
... breath , and will extinguish it . Thou , whose whole existence hitherto was a chimera and scenic show , at length becomest a reality : sumptuous Versailles bursts asunder , like a dream , into void Immensity : Time is done , and all the ...
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... Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred gates , as sung by Homer ? Perhaps thou wert a mason , and forbidden By oath. ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life. 18 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
... Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred gates , as sung by Homer ? Perhaps thou wert a mason , and forbidden By oath. ADDRESS TO A MUMMY . That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life. 18 GEMS OF LITERATURE .
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... ! So fame the poet's hope deceives , Who sings for after time , and leaves A name - to be forgot . Life is a lightning - flash of breath ; Fame - but a thunder - clap at death . TH LOVE . ( Southey . ) HEY sin who. GEMS OF LITERATURE . 21.
... ! So fame the poet's hope deceives , Who sings for after time , and leaves A name - to be forgot . Life is a lightning - flash of breath ; Fame - but a thunder - clap at death . TH LOVE . ( Southey . ) HEY sin who. GEMS OF LITERATURE . 21.
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Albrecht Dürer ancient beauty beneath bird Blaavin blessed bloom breast breath bust Canossa chamber door CHRISTIAN PATRIOTISM churchyard Columbus countenance cried Cromwell dare dark dead death delight Don Quixote doth dream dull earth EDMUND BURKE eyes fair fate feel flowers Gems girl give glory grave ground hair hand HANS SACHS happy hath head hear heart Heaven honour hope Horace Smith hour human humble King laid land Legree Lenore liberty light little maid living look Lord man's mankind mercy mind monarchs mountains never noble o'er once pain poor prætor prose Protestantism proud Pyramids Quoth the Raven Robert Chambers rock Roman citizen ruins Sambo Shakspeare shed Sicily smile SOLDIER'S FAREWELL soon sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder toil tomb Tribur voice WESTMINSTER ABBEY word
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Seite 73 - 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 25 - 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 132 - 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 123 - 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 33 - 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 25 - 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 1 - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Seite 86 - 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 13 - 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 92 - 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...