The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, Volumele 1-21873 |
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... Child . My Namesake Winstanley , a Ballad The Counterparts Human Life • Polish Superstitions The Sick Child Selling Flowers . Sonnet , To a Ladye Sonnet , the Fear of Death Sonnet , Degeneracy of the World . Sonnet , To Mr. Lawrence ...
... Child . My Namesake Winstanley , a Ballad The Counterparts Human Life • Polish Superstitions The Sick Child Selling Flowers . Sonnet , To a Ladye Sonnet , the Fear of Death Sonnet , Degeneracy of the World . Sonnet , To Mr. Lawrence ...
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... CHILD - WIFE.1 BY CHARLES DICKENS . Sometimes , of an evening , when I was at home and at work - for I wrote a good deal now , and was beginning in a small way to be known as a writer - I would lay down my pen , and watch my child ...
... CHILD - WIFE.1 BY CHARLES DICKENS . Sometimes , of an evening , when I was at home and at work - for I wrote a good deal now , and was beginning in a small way to be known as a writer - I would lay down my pen , and watch my child ...
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... child - wife , would come re- proachfully upon me ; and I would lay the pencil down , and call for the guitar . I had a great deal of work to do , and had many anxieties , but the same considerations made me keep them to myself . I am ...
... child - wife , would come re- proachfully upon me ; and I would lay the pencil down , and call for the guitar . I had a great deal of work to do , and had many anxieties , but the same considerations made me keep them to myself . I am ...
Pagina 9
... child - wife . I occasionally made a pretence of wanting a page or two of manu- script copied . Then Dora was in her glory . The preparations she made for this great work , the aprons she put on , the bibs she borrowed from the kitchen ...
... child - wife . I occasionally made a pretence of wanting a page or two of manu- script copied . Then Dora was in her glory . The preparations she made for this great work , the aprons she put on , the bibs she borrowed from the kitchen ...
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... child - wife's empty chair ! " It is evening ; and I sit in the same chair , by the same bed , with the same face turned towards me . We have been silent , and there is a ... child - wife . She would have been less 10 THE CHILD - WIFE .
... child - wife's empty chair ! " It is evening ; and I sit in the same chair , by the same bed , with the same face turned towards me . We have been silent , and there is a ... child - wife . She would have been less 10 THE CHILD - WIFE .
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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.