Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the author of 'Success in life'.1860 |
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... soul her seat did yet remain , She cast to comfort him with busy pain . His double - folded neck she rear'd upright , And rubb'd his temples and each trembling vein ; His mailed haberjon she did undight , And from his 48 EVENINGS WITH ...
... soul her seat did yet remain , She cast to comfort him with busy pain . His double - folded neck she rear'd upright , And rubb'd his temples and each trembling vein ; His mailed haberjon she did undight , And from his 48 EVENINGS WITH ...
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... soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
... soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
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... SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , Soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand , Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go , tell the Court it glows , And shines ...
... SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , Soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand , Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go , tell the Court it glows , And shines ...
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... , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing ; Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ; Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the Soul can kill . Evenings with the Poets . SECOND EVENING . Evenings with 62 EVENINGS WITH THE POETS .
... , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing ; Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ; Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the Soul can kill . Evenings with the Poets . SECOND EVENING . Evenings with 62 EVENINGS WITH THE POETS .
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... soul into it , and teach all times by the simple majesty of truthful nature in every mood . One more scene , however , must be no- ticed ere we quit with young Shakspere these plea- sant scenes . Not far from the old market - town stood ...
... soul into it , and teach all times by the simple majesty of truthful nature in every mood . One more scene , however , must be no- ticed ere we quit with young Shakspere these plea- sant scenes . Not far from the old market - town stood ...
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Page 303 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 125 - Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 309 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Page 87 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Page 85 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 209 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 318 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 128 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Page 84 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Page 84 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...