The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 páginas |
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... beneath it Unmoved , and cold as subterranean springs : Love hath no power o'er spirits such as thine . FANNY KEMBLE - Star of Seville . 50 . You cannot stoop To honors that bring shame and baseness with them . HILL - Zara . 51. Thou ...
... beneath it Unmoved , and cold as subterranean springs : Love hath no power o'er spirits such as thine . FANNY KEMBLE - Star of Seville . 50 . You cannot stoop To honors that bring shame and baseness with them . HILL - Zara . 51. Thou ...
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... Beneath the which , two burning planets glancing Flash flames of love , for love still there is dancing . Her either cheek resembleth blushing morn , Or roses gules in field of lilies borne ; " Twixt which an ivory wall so fair is ...
... Beneath the which , two burning planets glancing Flash flames of love , for love still there is dancing . Her either cheek resembleth blushing morn , Or roses gules in field of lilies borne ; " Twixt which an ivory wall so fair is ...
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... beneath , But o'er the surface some that come to seed Have cast a color of sobriety . TAYLOR - Edwin the Fair . 10. I suppose him virtuous , know him noble , Of great estate , of fresh and stainless youth ; In voices well divulged ...
... beneath , But o'er the surface some that come to seed Have cast a color of sobriety . TAYLOR - Edwin the Fair . 10. I suppose him virtuous , know him noble , Of great estate , of fresh and stainless youth ; In voices well divulged ...
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... beneath the bushel of commerce , While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy . TUPPER - Proverbial Philosophy . SHALL I DECLARE THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF ...
... beneath the bushel of commerce , While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy . TUPPER - Proverbial Philosophy . SHALL I DECLARE THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF ...
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... beneath his treading , Earth's flowers being streaked with hues of Eden , And stars drawn downward by his looks To shine more clearly in his books . ELIZ . B. BARRETT . 50. Cunnning in Greck , Latin , and other languages . Taming of the ...
... beneath his treading , Earth's flowers being streaked with hues of Eden , And stars drawn downward by his looks To shine more clearly in his books . ELIZ . B. BARRETT . 50. Cunnning in Greck , Latin , and other languages . Taming of the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRETT-The BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird bloom blossom blue blushing bower breath breeze bright brow BURNS CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds COLERIDGE CRABBE CRABBE-Tales dark deep doth dwell earth ELIZA COOK eyes face FANNY KEMBLE flowers gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace green hair HALLECK happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven HORNE-Orion LADY LADY-LOVE LEIGH HUNT light lily lips look Love's Labor Lost Merchant of Venice merry mind MISS BARRETT morning MOTHERWELL MOULTRIE-The Dream N. P. WILLIS NICOLL night noble o'er OSGOOD passion Poems by Amelia Poets PRAED PRAED-The pure R. H. DANA rose round shade shines sigh sings smile soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sweet TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde tender thee thine things thou thought Timon toil trees trembling truth voice walk wave wild wind wings Winter's Tale WORDSWORTH young youth
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Página 245 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 230 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 103 - Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences...
Página 147 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 101 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Página 144 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Página 94 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Página 251 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 85 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Página 59 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.