The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 էջ |
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... nature , even though it may not reach the stars . Let the stream of poesy , then , rise where and when it will ; fall over rocks , tend the field - flower , or spring up in fountains ; the critic may rest easy that spots of verdure will ...
... nature , even though it may not reach the stars . Let the stream of poesy , then , rise where and when it will ; fall over rocks , tend the field - flower , or spring up in fountains ; the critic may rest easy that spots of verdure will ...
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... nature the chief handiwork , Whose manliness o'er - towering other men , Hath all the soul of woman tempering it ? SAUL - A Mystery . A well accomplished youth , Of all that virtue love for virtue loved ; Most power to do maids harm ...
... nature the chief handiwork , Whose manliness o'er - towering other men , Hath all the soul of woman tempering it ? SAUL - A Mystery . A well accomplished youth , Of all that virtue love for virtue loved ; Most power to do maids harm ...
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... nature and great gifts * Are you endowed ; courage , discretion , wit , } An equal temper . TAYLOR . 36. Full of those dreams of good that vainly grand 37 . 38 . Haunt the young heart . MOORE . As your years flow on , intelligence Glows ...
... nature and great gifts * Are you endowed ; courage , discretion , wit , } An equal temper . TAYLOR . 36. Full of those dreams of good that vainly grand 37 . 38 . Haunt the young heart . MOORE . As your years flow on , intelligence Glows ...
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... Can he speak , sir ? G. P. MORRIS . Miramont . Faith , yes , but not to women . His language is to heaven and heavenly wonders , To nature , and her dark and secret causes . Angelina . And does he speak well there ? Miramont 28.
... Can he speak , sir ? G. P. MORRIS . Miramont . Faith , yes , but not to women . His language is to heaven and heavenly wonders , To nature , and her dark and secret causes . Angelina . And does he speak well there ? Miramont 28.
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... nature , King Lear . ' Gainst which the tide of passion and desire Breaks harmless as the water o'er the rock ; And the rich light of beauty shines alone On thy soul's surface , leaving all beneath it Unmoved , and cold as subterranean ...
... nature , King Lear . ' Gainst which the tide of passion and desire Breaks harmless as the water o'er the rock ; And the rich light of beauty shines alone On thy soul's surface , leaving all beneath it Unmoved , and cold as subterranean ...
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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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Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.