The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 páginas |
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... thine . FANNY KEMBLE - Star of Seville . 50 . You cannot stoop To honors that bring shame and baseness with them . HILL - Zara . 51. Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . 52 . ROWE ...
... thine . FANNY KEMBLE - Star of Seville . 50 . You cannot stoop To honors that bring shame and baseness with them . HILL - Zara . 51. Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . 52 . ROWE ...
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... thine is loveliness That dwells not only on the lip or eye ; Thy beauty is the pure heart's holiness , Thy grace the lofty spirit's majesty . 20 . You are the pride FANNY KEMBLE . Of your familiar sphere - the daily joy Of all who on ...
... thine is loveliness That dwells not only on the lip or eye ; Thy beauty is the pure heart's holiness , Thy grace the lofty spirit's majesty . 20 . You are the pride FANNY KEMBLE . Of your familiar sphere - the daily joy Of all who on ...
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... thine ! " Really people COLERIDGE . Who christen people , ought to pause a little , And think what they're about .. LEIGH HUNT - From the Italian of Casa . WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY - LOVE ? WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? ...
... thine ! " Really people COLERIDGE . Who christen people , ought to pause a little , And think what they're about .. LEIGH HUNT - From the Italian of Casa . WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY - LOVE ? WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? ...
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... thine , Fond Emmeline ! gene LEIGH HUNT . 16. Forever wilt thou , fond enthusiast , rove With Julia's spirit , through the shadowy grove . Gaze with delight on every scene she planned , Kiss 10 109 11. Marian, who makes your heart and ...
... thine , Fond Emmeline ! gene LEIGH HUNT . 16. Forever wilt thou , fond enthusiast , rove With Julia's spirit , through the shadowy grove . Gaze with delight on every scene she planned , Kiss 10 109 11. Marian, who makes your heart and ...
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... That ere May flowers again should fade , Her hand and heart should both be thine ? BLOOMFIELD . 35. You like lady Adeline's braids smooth and glossy . MRS . OSGOOD . 36. Not that I deem it matter of surprise That 112.
... That ere May flowers again should fade , Her hand and heart should both be thine ? BLOOMFIELD . 35. You like lady Adeline's braids smooth and glossy . MRS . OSGOOD . 36. Not that I deem it matter of surprise That 112.
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRETT-The BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath bird bloom blossom blue blushing bower breath breeze bright brow BURNS CARLOS WILCOX charm cheek clouds COLERIDGE CRABBE CRABBE-Tales dark deep doth dwell earth ELIZA COOK eyes face FANNY KEMBLE flowers gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace green hair HALLECK happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven HORNE-Orion LADY LADY-LOVE LEIGH HUNT light lily lips look Love's Labor Lost Merchant of Venice merry mind MISS BARRETT morning MOTHERWELL MOULTRIE-The Dream N. P. WILLIS NICOLL night noble o'er OSGOOD passion Poems by Amelia Poets PRAED PRAED-The pure R. H. DANA rose round shade shines sigh sings smile soft song soul spirit Spring star stream Summer sweet TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde tender thee thine things thou thought Timon toil trees trembling truth voice walk wave wild wind wings Winter's Tale WORDSWORTH young youth
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Página 245 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 230 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 103 - Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences...
Página 147 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 101 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Página 144 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Página 94 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Página 251 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 85 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Página 59 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.