The Living Authors of EnglandD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 316 oldal |
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... once in my life . " A great desire was naturally expressed by all to know what this special drollery was . After some hesitation the old poet ' said- " Well , well , I will tell you . I was standing some time ago at the entrance of my ...
... once in my life . " A great desire was naturally expressed by all to know what this special drollery was . After some hesitation the old poet ' said- " Well , well , I will tell you . I was standing some time ago at the entrance of my ...
31. oldal
... once trembling with emotion , but now closed for ever , have sung to us those most graceful of all lyrics- " oft in the stilly night , " visions of the bygone years float past to the music of his LEIGH HUNT - MOORE . 31 Thomas Moore, •
... once trembling with emotion , but now closed for ever , have sung to us those most graceful of all lyrics- " oft in the stilly night , " visions of the bygone years float past to the music of his LEIGH HUNT - MOORE . 31 Thomas Moore, •
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... once from dread of pain to die ; adding- " Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will vex thee lying underground ? Go , vexed spirit , sleep in trust ; The right ear , that is filled with dust , Hears little of the ...
... once from dread of pain to die ; adding- " Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will vex thee lying underground ? Go , vexed spirit , sleep in trust ; The right ear , that is filled with dust , Hears little of the ...
52. oldal
... fields of barren foam . Then some one said , We will return no more ; ' And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . ' " CHORIC SONG . I. " There is sweet music here 52 BRITISH WRITERS .
... fields of barren foam . Then some one said , We will return no more ; ' And all at once they sang , " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . ' " CHORIC SONG . I. " There is sweet music here 52 BRITISH WRITERS .
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... of barren foam . Then some one said , ' We will return no more ; ' And all at once they sang , Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . ' " CHORIC SONG . I. " There is sweet music here 52 WRITERS . BRITISH.
... of barren foam . Then some one said , ' We will return no more ; ' And all at once they sang , Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam . ' " CHORIC SONG . I. " There is sweet music here 52 WRITERS . BRITISH.
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132. oldal - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
82. oldal - DAY ! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay ; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered...
76. oldal - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy; You hardly could suspect — *> (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
53. oldal - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
53. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace...
235. oldal - There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough hew them as we may.
239. oldal - Eternity, and some gleam of the latter peering through. 'Highest of all Symbols are those wherein the Artist or Poet has risen into Prophet, and all men can recognise a present God, and worship the same: I mean religious Symbols.
92. oldal - 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.
75. oldal - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
45. oldal - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.