The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, 1-2±Ç1873 |
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... taken that truth to heart . I cannot master it . I have withdrawn by myself many times to - day to weep . I have remembered Who wept for a parting between the living and the dead . I have bethought me of all that gracious and ...
... taken that truth to heart . I cannot master it . I have withdrawn by myself many times to - day to weep . I have remembered Who wept for a parting between the living and the dead . I have bethought me of all that gracious and ...
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... taken . ] L'art de bien conter is still a Frenchman's most admired talent . Our handsome and interesting beau , Edmonde , piques himself on this accomplishment , and is a " conteur by profession . He related to us in the Tuileries ...
... taken . ] L'art de bien conter is still a Frenchman's most admired talent . Our handsome and interesting beau , Edmonde , piques himself on this accomplishment , and is a " conteur by profession . He related to us in the Tuileries ...
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... taken by surprise , did not lose her presence of mind , and at first she steadily denied every word of her maid's depo- sition ; but her courage and her affection were no match for the minister's art : when he as- sured her he had ...
... taken by surprise , did not lose her presence of mind , and at first she steadily denied every word of her maid's depo- sition ; but her courage and her affection were no match for the minister's art : when he as- sured her he had ...
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... taken , the Athen said , " The ready retort , the mixture of caning with apparent simplicity , and the complete thoughtlessness combined with shrewdness , so fre- quently found in Ireland , have never been better por- trayed than in ...
... taken , the Athen said , " The ready retort , the mixture of caning with apparent simplicity , and the complete thoughtlessness combined with shrewdness , so fre- quently found in Ireland , have never been better por- trayed than in ...
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... taken my part against watchmen eyes to the darkness - cold - silence - and de- who wished to drive me off the steps of houses solation of that same house eighteen years ago , where I was sitting . But one amongst them , when its nightly ...
... taken my part against watchmen eyes to the darkness - cold - silence - and de- who wished to drive me off the steps of houses solation of that same house eighteen years ago , where I was sitting . But one amongst them , when its nightly ...
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41 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.
75 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.
41 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.
358 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...
41 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.
15 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.
41 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...
261 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.
65 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.