Horæ Salisburienses [afterw.] Sarisburienses1829 |
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Pagina 17
... past ; it rose to take the bail ; Cautious the play - point , -slip , -your efforts fail ! Once more , ' tis " play ! " how true he eyes the ball ! They bowl in vain ; his wicket will not fall . 66 If wide , how strong he plays ; if ...
... past ; it rose to take the bail ; Cautious the play - point , -slip , -your efforts fail ! Once more , ' tis " play ! " how true he eyes the ball ! They bowl in vain ; his wicket will not fall . 66 If wide , how strong he plays ; if ...
Pagina 24
... past five , and we dined at six : being at that time no less than a mile from home , and convinced that it would take me no little time to arrange my disordered dress , I hastily essayed to cross , but was prevented by a long train of ...
... past five , and we dined at six : being at that time no less than a mile from home , and convinced that it would take me no little time to arrange my disordered dress , I hastily essayed to cross , but was prevented by a long train of ...
Pagina 45
... past 3. - Was summoned to attend a meeting of the " Hora Sarisburienses , " to - morrow evening . Mem . Quite delighted , and very busy . Feb. 8. - The meeting is over . The attendance was full ; the congratulations many ; the ...
... past 3. - Was summoned to attend a meeting of the " Hora Sarisburienses , " to - morrow evening . Mem . Quite delighted , and very busy . Feb. 8. - The meeting is over . The attendance was full ; the congratulations many ; the ...
Pagina 58
... past The long - forgotten deeds . Who rear'd the fane , unnotic'd lie In monumental clay ; Those tongues , that sang their Maker's praise , Lie hush'd in cold decay . G. S. " When read , commit it to the flames . " - A FRIEND . Ah ...
... past The long - forgotten deeds . Who rear'd the fane , unnotic'd lie In monumental clay ; Those tongues , that sang their Maker's praise , Lie hush'd in cold decay . G. S. " When read , commit it to the flames . " - A FRIEND . Ah ...
Pagina 59
... past is all " forgiven , " gone ! Be still , my bosom , and forget ! Impossible : -thou wilt be still ; But when life's sun in death has set- When dearest hopes no more can thrill , And not till then , wilt thou forget . Thus have I ...
... past is all " forgiven , " gone ! Be still , my bosom , and forget ! Impossible : -thou wilt be still ; But when life's sun in death has set- When dearest hopes no more can thrill , And not till then , wilt thou forget . Thus have I ...
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Adelaide adieu admiration Almack's Amyntor arms AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beauty bewitching blest bliss bosom breast bright brow Carthage Charles Dashwood charm Committee cricket Darlington dear death delight e'en e'er Editors elected ev'ry exclaimed fair fair lady fair sex fame farewell fate fear feel forget fortune friendship gentleman Giaour glorious grief hand happiness hear heard heart heav'n honor hope Hora Sarisburienses Horæ hour Kenyon ladies Latham leave look Lord Lord Ruthven lov'd meeting mind misery mortal Mytton ne'er never o'er Palmer paper pass perusal pleasure pow'r praise pray'r quadrille Reginald regret rose sacred scenes schoolfellows seem'd Seymour sigh smile song soon sorrow soul spot stanzas sweet tear tell thanks thee thine thou art thought tion Twas Utopia vex'd vote Wentworth whilst wish word young youth
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Pagina 60 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pagina 61 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Pagina 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 199 - Had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Pagina 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Pagina 124 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Pagina 60 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 195 - Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day ; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm.
Pagina 332 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Pagina 124 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?