The Rival Sisters, with Other PoemsSmith, Elder and Company, 1834 - 159 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... tears ! With loftier themes , maturer thoughts inspire Warm frozen age with thy reviving fire ; " Collins ill - starred name ! - Whose lays ' requital was , that tardy fame , Who bound no laurel round his living head , Should hang it o ...
... tears ! With loftier themes , maturer thoughts inspire Warm frozen age with thy reviving fire ; " Collins ill - starred name ! - Whose lays ' requital was , that tardy fame , Who bound no laurel round his living head , Should hang it o ...
xiv. oldal
... tear ! All this , and more , I would do if required , Meantime , permit me still to be inspired . - " But if the muse won't pay her board , why har- bour her ? " - 66 My mother had a maid called Barbara , " Said Desdemona and when ...
... tear ! All this , and more , I would do if required , Meantime , permit me still to be inspired . - " But if the muse won't pay her board , why har- bour her ? " - 66 My mother had a maid called Barbara , " Said Desdemona and when ...
xv. oldal
... tear was in her eye , - But still , " I cannot help it , " was her cry . " Why , girl , you must be mad ! " the mistress cried , " I cannot , cannot help it ! " she replied , Now put the Muse for him , the maid for me , And ' tis ...
... tear was in her eye , - But still , " I cannot help it , " was her cry . " Why , girl , you must be mad ! " the mistress cried , " I cannot , cannot help it ! " she replied , Now put the Muse for him , the maid for me , And ' tis ...
2. oldal
... tear embalm a tale of truth ! LAND of my birth ! the bravest , noblest , best Rest , crowned with glory , from thy labors rest . Thou canst not win one single laurel more To add to Waterloo's ensanguined store . Years have rolled on ...
... tear embalm a tale of truth ! LAND of my birth ! the bravest , noblest , best Rest , crowned with glory , from thy labors rest . Thou canst not win one single laurel more To add to Waterloo's ensanguined store . Years have rolled on ...
7. oldal
... tear ; Lips whose live red transcends the ruby's hue , Or tint of opening rosebuds dipt in dew ; Locks of light gold that down her forehead flow , Like yellow moonbeams gilding mountain snow , Alternate , when they wave along her neck ...
... tear ; Lips whose live red transcends the ruby's hue , Or tint of opening rosebuds dipt in dew ; Locks of light gold that down her forehead flow , Like yellow moonbeams gilding mountain snow , Alternate , when they wave along her neck ...
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anguish art thou aught bard beauty bestowed blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm cease charm cheek confest dear deem deep Desmond despair doom dread dreams E'en e'er earth END OF CANTO ev'n eyes fair fame fatal fate father fear feel felt flame fled fond forget friends gaze glance glow grace grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope hour Julia Laura lips lyre maid matchless mingled misery mourn muse never night nymph o'er OLD BAILEY once pain pale pangs passion peace pensive pity praise prayer rapture repose resigned rest round scene Shakespeare shed sigh sight sire sister sleep smile soft SONNET soothe sorrow sought soul strove sweet tears thee theme thine thought tomb tortured trembling Twas twill voice voice of music wake weep wept wild woes wondering youth
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157. oldal - It is not an open enemy that hath done me this " dishonour, for then I could have borne it. " Neither was it mine adversary that did magnify " himself against me : for then, peradventure, I would " have hid myself from him. "But it was even thou my companion, my guide, ''mine own familiar friend.
146. oldal - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
27. oldal - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
27. oldal - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
17. oldal - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
1. oldal - Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, At once the wonder, terror, and delight, Of distant nations...
158. oldal - I say so, my lord. For I have read, that God made man, but that man can make God I never yet read: nor I suppose ever shall read it.
157. oldal - If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand My bosom's -lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
146. oldal - Thine ear ia patient of a serious song. flow deep implanted in (he breast of man The dread of death '! I. sing its sovereign cure. Why start at Death ? where is he 1 Death arrived, Is past ; not come, or gone : he's never here. Ere hope, sensation fails. Black-boding man Receives, not suffers, Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These...
18. oldal - Of all defects with which frail man is curst, How oft a want of firmness proves the worst!