Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendis, Página 68Bell et Daldy, 1859 - 335 páginas |
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... Hand The Etrurian Naenia The Death of the Brave A Rainy Day • To the Genius of the House Francesca e Paolo Robert Shallow , Esquire Storm in the Alps La Torre della Fame Alcides . B. · • Barry Cornwall Cowley · Dryden Schiller • Byron ...
... Hand The Etrurian Naenia The Death of the Brave A Rainy Day • To the Genius of the House Francesca e Paolo Robert Shallow , Esquire Storm in the Alps La Torre della Fame Alcides . B. · • Barry Cornwall Cowley · Dryden Schiller • Byron ...
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... hands prepared , The blessings they enjoy to guard . SMOLLETT . Melody . How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper ...
... hands prepared , The blessings they enjoy to guard . SMOLLETT . Melody . How dear to me the hour when daylight dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper ...
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... hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their souls infixed Plagues . They , astonished , all resistance lost , All courage ; down their idle weapons dropt . O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he ...
... hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their souls infixed Plagues . They , astonished , all resistance lost , All courage ; down their idle weapons dropt . O'er shields and helms and helmed heads he ...
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... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spurted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
... hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spurted purple of the vats , Or fox - like in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns ; Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine , Nor find him dropt ...
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... hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . Nobody at Home . H. TAYLOR . You beat your pate , and ...
... hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . Nobody at Home . H. TAYLOR . You beat your pate , and ...
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Página 251 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, <- : ) And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! xciii.
Página 35 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 285 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 87 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 43 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Página 105 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Página 89 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Página 253 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Página 23 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 219 - tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.