The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, Volumele 1-21873 |
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... born at Calcutta , 1811 , and died in London , 24th December , 1863 . sion . For years afterwards , when he would drop in unexpectedly , both at home and abroad , he delighted to call himself Mr. Sack- ville , until a certain Milesian ...
... born at Calcutta , 1811 , and died in London , 24th December , 1863 . sion . For years afterwards , when he would drop in unexpectedly , both at home and abroad , he delighted to call himself Mr. Sack- ville , until a certain Milesian ...
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... born in Dublin , 19th May , 1797 ; died in London , 17th March , 1860. She was the daughter of Mr. Murphy , painter in ordinary to the Princess Charlotte . Although she has written much on general subjects , Mrs. Jameson is best known ...
... born in Dublin , 19th May , 1797 ; died in London , 17th March , 1860. She was the daughter of Mr. Murphy , painter in ordinary to the Princess Charlotte . Although she has written much on general subjects , Mrs. Jameson is best known ...
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... born at Dublin , 1797 ; died 6th July , 18. He was gifted with the versatile genius of his country , and won repute as painter , poet , novelist , musician , dramatist , and as a public entertainer . Rollicking humour was the leading ...
... born at Dublin , 1797 ; died 6th July , 18. He was gifted with the versatile genius of his country , and won repute as painter , poet , novelist , musician , dramatist , and as a public entertainer . Rollicking humour was the leading ...
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... born star ! A COUNTRY LODGING . CROLY . On my way back to town the other evening from a visit , I had the misfortune , at the turning of a road , not to see a projecting gateway , till I came too near it . I leaped the ditch that ran by ...
... born star ! A COUNTRY LODGING . CROLY . On my way back to town the other evening from a visit , I had the misfortune , at the turning of a road , not to see a projecting gateway , till I came too near it . I leaped the ditch that ran by ...
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... born at Field Place , Hor- Whilst sham , Sussex , August 4 , 1792 ; drowned by the capsizing the Bay of Spezia , July , 1822 . of his boat in the Mediterranean , between Leghorn and He was educated at Eton and Oxford . His first ...
... born at Field Place , Hor- Whilst sham , Sussex , August 4 , 1792 ; drowned by the capsizing the Bay of Spezia , July , 1822 . of his boat in the Mediterranean , between Leghorn and He was educated at Eton and Oxford . His first ...
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Pagina 41 - 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 75 - 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 41 - 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 358 - 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 41 - 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 15 - 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 41 - 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 261 - 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 65 - 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.