The Book of Elegant ExtractsW.P. Nimmo, 1868 - 159 páginas |
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Book. THE HAMLET . THE hinds how blest , who ne'er beguiled To quit their hamlet's hawthorn - wild , Nor haunt the crowd , nor tempt the main , For splendid care and guilty gain ! When morning's twilight - tinctured beam Strikes their low ...
Book. THE HAMLET . THE hinds how blest , who ne'er beguiled To quit their hamlet's hawthorn - wild , Nor haunt the crowd , nor tempt the main , For splendid care and guilty gain ! When morning's twilight - tinctured beam Strikes their low ...
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... ne'er enjoy them , O. But gie me a canny hour at een , My arms about my dearie , O , And warl'ly cares , and warl'ly men , May a ' gae tapsalteerie , O. For you sae douce , ye sneer at this , Ye're nought but senseless asses , O ; The ...
... ne'er enjoy them , O. But gie me a canny hour at een , My arms about my dearie , O , And warl'ly cares , and warl'ly men , May a ' gae tapsalteerie , O. For you sae douce , ye sneer at this , Ye're nought but senseless asses , O ; The ...
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Book. EPITAPH ON A HARE . HERE lies , whom hound did ne'er pursue , Nor swifter greyhound follow , Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew , Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo ; Old Tiney , surliest of his kind , Who , nursed with tender care ...
Book. EPITAPH ON A HARE . HERE lies , whom hound did ne'er pursue , Nor swifter greyhound follow , Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew , Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo ; Old Tiney , surliest of his kind , Who , nursed with tender care ...
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... ne'er their malice balk , But talk their minds - we wish they'd mind their talk ; Big - worded bullies , who by quarrels live- Who THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . 85.
... ne'er their malice balk , But talk their minds - we wish they'd mind their talk ; Big - worded bullies , who by quarrels live- Who THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . 85.
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Página 135 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Página 28 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 108 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 64 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Página 53 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Página 100 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Página 100 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 53 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Página 29 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Página 53 - God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.