The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... Cloud She was a Phantom of Delight . Names Highland Mary Charis , her Triumph Go , Lovely Rose .... Serenade , Who is Silvia Still to be Neat ... Song , She is not Fair to Outward View .. County Guy To a Child of Quality . She walks in ...
... Cloud She was a Phantom of Delight . Names Highland Mary Charis , her Triumph Go , Lovely Rose .... Serenade , Who is Silvia Still to be Neat ... Song , She is not Fair to Outward View .. County Guy To a Child of Quality . She walks in ...
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... clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries profound Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water and as good as bread . And next the Deacon issued from his door , In ...
... clouds , and now at the green grass , And all absorbed in reveries profound Of fair Almira in the upper class , Who was , as in a sonnet he had said , As pure as water and as good as bread . And next the Deacon issued from his door , In ...
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... cloud in the west would bring foul weather . And Maud forgot her brier - torn gown , And her graceful ankles bare and brown ; And listened , while a pleased surprise Looked from her long - lashed hazel eyes . At last , like one who for ...
... cloud in the west would bring foul weather . And Maud forgot her brier - torn gown , And her graceful ankles bare and brown ; And listened , while a pleased surprise Looked from her long - lashed hazel eyes . At last , like one who for ...
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... clouds ; and sometimes , taking the pipe from his mouth , and letting the fragrant vapor curl about his nose , would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation . From even this strong - hold the unlucky Rip was at length ...
... clouds ; and sometimes , taking the pipe from his mouth , and letting the fragrant vapor curl about his nose , would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation . From even this strong - hold the unlucky Rip was at length ...
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... cloud , or the sail of a lagging bark , here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue high- lands . On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the ...
... cloud , or the sail of a lagging bark , here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue high- lands . On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the ...
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Page 226 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Page 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.