PatchworkSmith, Elder, 1879 - 234 páginas A commonplace book, prose and verse original and selected. |
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... happy for it . Life runs very pleasantly for them , their hours dance away with down upon their feet ! There are others , again , who are much more independent , if they cannot find a human being handy , they put up with a pug or a ...
... happy for it . Life runs very pleasantly for them , their hours dance away with down upon their feet ! There are others , again , who are much more independent , if they cannot find a human being handy , they put up with a pug or a ...
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... in vain , And dooms me to a place more hot . ' He sees me in to supper go , A Silken Wonder by my side , Bare arms , bare shoulders , and a row Of flounces for the door too wide . ' He thinks how happy is my arm , ' PATCHWORK . 15.
... in vain , And dooms me to a place more hot . ' He sees me in to supper go , A Silken Wonder by my side , Bare arms , bare shoulders , and a row Of flounces for the door too wide . ' He thinks how happy is my arm , ' PATCHWORK . 15.
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Frederick Locker-Lampson. ' He thinks how happy is my arm , ' Neath its white - gloved and jewell❜d load ; And wishes me some dreadful harm , Hearing the merry corks explode . ' Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same ...
Frederick Locker-Lampson. ' He thinks how happy is my arm , ' Neath its white - gloved and jewell❜d load ; And wishes me some dreadful harm , Hearing the merry corks explode . ' Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same ...
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... happy , their sound is very suggestive of a winding stream of water ; and though the ideas may be commonplace enough , and the wish could hardly be sincere — at least I should judge so from my recollection of No. 22 St. James's Place ...
... happy , their sound is very suggestive of a winding stream of water ; and though the ideas may be commonplace enough , and the wish could hardly be sincere — at least I should judge so from my recollection of No. 22 St. James's Place ...
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... happy home , tho ' you Are only One ) . But when he's grown shall you be here To share his fun , And talk of times , when he ( the dear ! ) Was hardly One ? Dear Child , ' tis your poor lot to be My little son ; I'm glad , tho ' I am ...
... happy home , tho ' you Are only One ) . But when he's grown shall you be here To share his fun , And talk of times , when he ( the dear ! ) Was hardly One ? Dear Child , ' tis your poor lot to be My little son ; I'm glad , tho ' I am ...
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Página 45 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 41 - Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
Página 45 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Página 40 - Had we but world enough, and time — This coyness, Lady, were no crime : We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Página 100 - Who is on my side? who?" And there looked out to him two or three eunuchs. And he said, "Throw her down." So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses : and he trode her under foot.
Página 12 - Except for love's sake only. Do not say ' I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day ' — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love...
Página 172 - ... though the whole plant was not larger than the top of one of my fingers, I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its roots, leaves, and capsula, without admiration. Can that Being (thought I) who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and sufferings of creatures formed after his own image? — surely not!
Página 41 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Página 11 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
Página 44 - To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances, which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; With sun and moon and stars throughout the year, And man and woman; this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talents.