Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1866 |
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16. oldal
... night and day , Then storms unheeded o'er us pass . The eye enchanted gazes o'er Fresh beauties nursed beneath thy care , While odours from exhaustless store Of foreign clime perfume the air . 1. Why dost thou boast thy strength and ...
... night and day , Then storms unheeded o'er us pass . The eye enchanted gazes o'er Fresh beauties nursed beneath thy care , While odours from exhaustless store Of foreign clime perfume the air . 1. Why dost thou boast thy strength and ...
18. oldal
... night ; Noise of the cannon when two nations fight . 4. A lovely valley , resting at the feet Of mountain high , whose crown the clouds do greet . 5. I am not snow , and yet I am not rain ; What am I then ? Ask of the broken pane ...
... night ; Noise of the cannon when two nations fight . 4. A lovely valley , resting at the feet Of mountain high , whose crown the clouds do greet . 5. I am not snow , and yet I am not rain ; What am I then ? Ask of the broken pane ...
27. oldal
... night to take you to the play , You certainly must stop away , For I will not have deceit . L. T. N. 46 . It's for your vote , my valued friend , I come to beg and pray , Because , I'm sure , we think alike On questions of the day . On ...
... night to take you to the play , You certainly must stop away , For I will not have deceit . L. T. N. 46 . It's for your vote , my valued friend , I come to beg and pray , Because , I'm sure , we think alike On questions of the day . On ...
48. oldal
Acrostics A E H. 3. How swiftly ' neath the summer moon to - night I skim along In silence , save the cheerful tones from every boatman's song . 4. Though varied are my labours from the senate to the shop , You need not lowly rate me ...
Acrostics A E H. 3. How swiftly ' neath the summer moon to - night I skim along In silence , save the cheerful tones from every boatman's song . 4. Though varied are my labours from the senate to the shop , You need not lowly rate me ...
49. oldal
... night , Are the sounds that rise to my lonely height . 1. A civil war - where one is always seen In honour ranking above king or queen . 2. A noble youth — in battle first , I ween , And fondly loved by the fair Imogene . 3. A boat sets ...
... night , Are the sounds that rise to my lonely height . 1. A civil war - where one is always seen In honour ranking above king or queen . 2. A noble youth — in battle first , I ween , And fondly loved by the fair Imogene . 3. A boat sets ...
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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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195. oldal - 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!
175. oldal - 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.
209. oldal - 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.
167. oldal - 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.
164. oldal - 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.
209. oldal - 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.
191. oldal - 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 ;
179. oldal - 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.
231. oldal - 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.
195. oldal - 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.