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Pagina 6
... beautiful to look at - many pages to- gether without one alteration . It is , I suppose , super- fluous to add , that in no instance did Scott re - write his before sending it to press . been the case with his poetry , the world ...
... beautiful to look at - many pages to- gether without one alteration . It is , I suppose , super- fluous to add , that in no instance did Scott re - write his before sending it to press . been the case with his poetry , the world ...
Pagina 9
... beautiful , and utters no hasty or complaining word . She says that we are very good to her ; that her dear old careful boy is tiring himself out , she knows ; that my aunt has no sleep , yet is always wakeful , active , and kind ...
... beautiful , and utters no hasty or complaining word . She says that we are very good to her ; that her dear old careful boy is tiring himself out , she knows ; that my aunt has no sleep , yet is always wakeful , active , and kind ...
Pagina 18
... beautiful , and a rich heiress , she seemed born to command all this world could yield of happiness . When left an orphan , at an early age , instead of being sent to a convent , as was then the universal custom , she was brought up ...
... beautiful , and a rich heiress , she seemed born to command all this world could yield of happiness . When left an orphan , at an early age , instead of being sent to a convent , as was then the universal custom , she was brought up ...
Pagina 32
... beautiful gownds , and pitch - and - toss , and merry - go- roun's , and tints with the best av drink in thim , and the fiddles playin ' up t ' incourage , the boys and girls ; but I never minded them at all , but detarmint to sell the ...
... beautiful gownds , and pitch - and - toss , and merry - go- roun's , and tints with the best av drink in thim , and the fiddles playin ' up t ' incourage , the boys and girls ; but I never minded them at all , but detarmint to sell the ...
Pagina 39
... beautiful glories of mother Earth and of father Jove , between the middle of April and the middle of June . Midsummer is often so horridly hot that there is no living comfortably anywhere but in the cellar , except for a few hours in ...
... beautiful glories of mother Earth and of father Jove , between the middle of April and the middle of June . Midsummer is often so horridly hot that there is no living comfortably anywhere but in the cellar , except for a few hours in ...
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Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 83 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 364 - 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.
Pagina 6 - 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...
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 23 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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...
Pagina 269 - 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.
Pagina 73 - 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.