The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 páginas |
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... . 51. Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . 52 . ROWE - Tamerlane . Over exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils . MILTON - Comus . . SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER ? LADY . Pause ...
... . 51. Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . 52 . ROWE - Tamerlane . Over exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils . MILTON - Comus . . SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER ? LADY . Pause ...
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... friends , is seen . Her eyes are neither black nor gray , Nor fierce nor feeble is their ray ; Their dubious lustre seems to show Something that speaks nor yes , nor no . Her lips , no living bard , I weet , May say how red , how round ...
... friends , is seen . Her eyes are neither black nor gray , Nor fierce nor feeble is their ray ; Their dubious lustre seems to show Something that speaks nor yes , nor no . Her lips , no living bard , I weet , May say how red , how round ...
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... friends , I have seen a white crane bigger ! She is the smallest thing alive , Made in a piece of nature's madness ; Too small almost for the life and gladness Which overflows her , as a hive Out of the bear's reach in the high trees ...
... friends , I have seen a white crane bigger ! She is the smallest thing alive , Made in a piece of nature's madness ; Too small almost for the life and gladness Which overflows her , as a hive Out of the bear's reach in the high trees ...
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... friends more sociable and glad , Pouring his heart out like a river of wine ; Though to his enemies his face be stern As a bronze bust . STERLING Strafford . 20. You may look from east to west , And then from north to south , And never ...
... friends more sociable and glad , Pouring his heart out like a river of wine ; Though to his enemies his face be stern As a bronze bust . STERLING Strafford . 20. You may look from east to west , And then from north to south , And never ...
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... first see him , something wondrous noble Shines through his form , and wins a friendship for him . " RowE - Tamerlane . 44. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man . Tempest . 45. His eyes are dark and deep , and the 75.
... first see him , something wondrous noble Shines through his form , and wins a friendship for him . " RowE - Tamerlane . 44. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man . Tempest . 45. His eyes are dark and deep , and the 75.
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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.