Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volumen61867 |
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... face , beholding The Christ's in its divine ; For the first place , the golden And tideless hyaline ; With trees , at lasting summer , That rock to tuneful sound , While angels , the new comer , Wrap a still smile around . Oh , in the ...
... face , beholding The Christ's in its divine ; For the first place , the golden And tideless hyaline ; With trees , at lasting summer , That rock to tuneful sound , While angels , the new comer , Wrap a still smile around . Oh , in the ...
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... Face , ' In God's Heaven be sure that children , Hold no joyless place ; And if this indeed be so , Little Charlie's there , we know ! Little sisters , little brother , Once again ye group around ! But ' tis now , to lay your Charlie In ...
... Face , ' In God's Heaven be sure that children , Hold no joyless place ; And if this indeed be so , Little Charlie's there , we know ! Little sisters , little brother , Once again ye group around ! But ' tis now , to lay your Charlie In ...
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... face Of storm and sunshine : -and , when that is past , She will break glorious as unclouded May ; And where the thorns grew bare , the spreading blossoms Meet with no lagging frost to kill their sweetness.— Whilst others , for a ...
... face Of storm and sunshine : -and , when that is past , She will break glorious as unclouded May ; And where the thorns grew bare , the spreading blossoms Meet with no lagging frost to kill their sweetness.— Whilst others , for a ...
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... face ; Their discords sting through Burns and Moore , Like hedgehogs dressed in lace . You think they are crusaders , sent From some infernal clime , To pluck the eyes of Sentiment , And dock the tail of Rhyme , To crack the voice of ...
... face ; Their discords sting through Burns and Moore , Like hedgehogs dressed in lace . You think they are crusaders , sent From some infernal clime , To pluck the eyes of Sentiment , And dock the tail of Rhyme , To crack the voice of ...
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... skull was not so good Nor quite so bad as many may have stated . Who love , can need no special type of Death ; He bares his awful face too soon , too often ; " Immortelles " bloom in Beauty's bridal wreath , And 26 A Human Skull .
... skull was not so good Nor quite so bad as many may have stated . Who love , can need no special type of Death ; He bares his awful face too soon , too often ; " Immortelles " bloom in Beauty's bridal wreath , And 26 A Human Skull .
Términos y frases comunes
Adams arms ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beneath bless blood Blutwurst born brow Brown called cheek child church Covent Garden cried dark dear death deep dost dream duchy of Normandy Duke Eugenius Eurydice eyes fair Farewell father fire flowers Fred gaze hand hath head hear heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Fielding honour horse hour JOHN GAY JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY lady light lips little vulgar live look LORD AVONDALE Magyar MARTYR OF ANTIOCH morning mother never night o'er once passed Penny Readings pleasant poet rose round seemed Sir Eppo Sir Rupert smile song soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought took Trulliber Trunnion turned Twas Tyke voice vulgar boy walked wife wind words wretch Yorick young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 134 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Página 137 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Página 159 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Página 133 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Página 188 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Página 135 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Página 138 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Página 171 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Página 41 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 77 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...