The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, 1-2±Ç1873 |
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... speak to you , Doady . I am going to say something I have often thought of saying lately . You won't mind ? " with a ... speaking of herself as past . 1 " I am afraid , dear , I was too young . don't mean in years only , but in ...
... speak to you , Doady . I am going to say something I have often thought of saying lately . You won't mind ? " with a ... speaking of herself as past . 1 " I am afraid , dear , I was too young . don't mean in years only , but in ...
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... speak to Agnes . When you go down stairs tell Agnes so , and send her up to me ; and while I speak to her let no one come - not even aunt . I want to speak to Agnes by herself . I want to speak to Agnes quite alone . " I promise that ...
... speak to Agnes . When you go down stairs tell Agnes so , and send her up to me ; and while I speak to her let no one come - not even aunt . I want to speak to Agnes by herself . I want to speak to Agnes quite alone . " I promise that ...
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... speak the feelings of another people , and of the customs of a higher rank , when I speak of laying out the body of Byron for the grave . It was announced from time to time that he was to be exhibited in state , and the progress of the ...
... speak the feelings of another people , and of the customs of a higher rank , when I speak of laying out the body of Byron for the grave . It was announced from time to time that he was to be exhibited in state , and the progress of the ...
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... speak --I never surely saw so strange a mixture of silent sorrow and of fierce and intractable curi- osity . If one looked on the poet's splendid coffin with deep awe , and thought of the gifted spirit which had lately animated the cold ...
... speak --I never surely saw so strange a mixture of silent sorrow and of fierce and intractable curi- osity . If one looked on the poet's splendid coffin with deep awe , and thought of the gifted spirit which had lately animated the cold ...
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... speak of . " " How many birds do you wound instead of kill ? Say , upon an average , twenty to one , which is a generous computation . How many hundred birds would this make in the course of the day ? How many thousands in the course of ...
... speak of . " " How many birds do you wound instead of kill ? Say , upon an average , twenty to one , which is a generous computation . How many hundred birds would this make in the course of the day ? How many thousands in the course of ...
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49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
364 ÆäÀÌÁö - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.