Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1866 |
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... arm . 2. Victim of blighted love and hate , A deadly potion seals thy doom ; O fatal trance ! she wakes too late , And stains with maiden blood Verona's tomb . 3. Swift o'er Australia's plains I flee , With courser swift I vie ; A bird ...
... arm . 2. Victim of blighted love and hate , A deadly potion seals thy doom ; O fatal trance ! she wakes too late , And stains with maiden blood Verona's tomb . 3. Swift o'er Australia's plains I flee , With courser swift I vie ; A bird ...
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... arms my crest securely lined , The weak , the timid , crouch in fear behind ; 4. Indians in me a number large discern ; 5. The word we use when we our fingers burn ; 6. A sprite that haunts the water , fair but sad ; 7. A hateful bird ...
... arms my crest securely lined , The weak , the timid , crouch in fear behind ; 4. Indians in me a number large discern ; 5. The word we use when we our fingers burn ; 6. A sprite that haunts the water , fair but sad ; 7. A hateful bird ...
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... arms with muscles bound , A power far greater than this am I , And oft in a weak frame found ! 3 . To the fond fond wish you utter now , The boon on your knee you plead , I trust my Last to you will be said , That you in your hopes may ...
... arms with muscles bound , A power far greater than this am I , And oft in a weak frame found ! 3 . To the fond fond wish you utter now , The boon on your knee you plead , I trust my Last to you will be said , That you in your hopes may ...
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... arms with muscles bound , A power far greater than this am I , And oft in a weak frame found ! 3 . To the fond fond wish you utter now , The boon on your knee you plead , I trust my Last to you will be said , That you in your hopes may ...
... arms with muscles bound , A power far greater than this am I , And oft in a weak frame found ! 3 . To the fond fond wish you utter now , The boon on your knee you plead , I trust my Last to you will be said , That you in your hopes may ...
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... arms , And draws the life - blood from thy veins , working thee grievous harms . 1. Thou'st built thine own grand monument to thine enduring fame ; 2. Sweet gentle saint ! sweet modest flower ! bor- rowing thy lovely name ; 3. Did ever ...
... arms , And draws the life - blood from thy veins , working thee grievous harms . 1. Thou'st built thine own grand monument to thine enduring fame ; 2. Sweet gentle saint ! sweet modest flower ! bor- rowing thy lovely name ; 3. Did ever ...
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ancient art thou beauty beneath bird blood blue brave bright broad green brow Charlemagne charm clime cold courser crown dark deeds deep diphthong doth E'en eyes fair fair city fair lady faithful fame fate fear flowers gallant gentle glory gold golden grace green hand hear heart heaven hero honour INDUSTRY AND IDLENESS king lady land light live lord maid maiden Mede mighty monarch ne'er neath never night noble nymph o'er once plain poet pray prince queen race saint Saxon Scottish Second seen shines shore sing sister smile snow soft song sound sovereign Spain steed strife strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou town tree TRIPLE ACROSTIC twas Twill weary ween weeping well-known wife wild wondrous word yore young youth
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Seite 195 - Thrice looked he at the city; Thrice looked he at the dead; And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread: And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay. But meanwhile axe and lever Have manfully been plied; And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide. 'Come back, come back, Horatius!
Seite 175 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,— 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Seite 209 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 167 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Seite 164 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
Seite 209 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night.
Seite 191 - Land ! O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Seite 179 - He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before.
Seite 231 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting Wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found.
Seite 195 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.