The Carthusian, Թողարկում 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... voice of the last speaker dropped at the closing words , his hearers , surprised into sensibility by a quotation so little expected , allowed themselves to be carried away by the train of thought which the lines just uttered suggested ...
... voice of the last speaker dropped at the closing words , his hearers , surprised into sensibility by a quotation so little expected , allowed themselves to be carried away by the train of thought which the lines just uttered suggested ...
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... voices at once awoke them all , and the idea , varied in expression but conceived the same , broke forth from all in common , and almost at the same moment . " How many a curious history would Tales of the Charterhouse embrace ! " 66 If ...
... voices at once awoke them all , and the idea , varied in expression but conceived the same , broke forth from all in common , and almost at the same moment . " How many a curious history would Tales of the Charterhouse embrace ! " 66 If ...
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... cloud of shame Round blighted hope and ruin'd name . And what has wealth to do with woe ; And why should grandeur stoop so low As bid the tear of pity flow ? Contemptuous now the voice was grown That ne'er till then 28 THE CARTHUSIAN .
... cloud of shame Round blighted hope and ruin'd name . And what has wealth to do with woe ; And why should grandeur stoop so low As bid the tear of pity flow ? Contemptuous now the voice was grown That ne'er till then 28 THE CARTHUSIAN .
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Contemptuous now the voice was grown That ne'er till then had changed its tone ; And kinsmen heeded not the call That bade them stay a kinsman's fall : And he whose wealth had known no bound , But lent a grace on all around , Whose ...
Contemptuous now the voice was grown That ne'er till then had changed its tone ; And kinsmen heeded not the call That bade them stay a kinsman's fall : And he whose wealth had known no bound , But lent a grace on all around , Whose ...
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... voice of fame , To virtue consecrate his name . CHRYSANTHEMUMS . " Consider the lilies of the field . " " There's not a flower but bears its moral sculpt By Nature's graver . " Love's Lily . WHAT quaint flowers are Chrysanthemums ! ( A ...
... voice of fame , To virtue consecrate his name . CHRYSANTHEMUMS . " Consider the lilies of the field . " " There's not a flower but bears its moral sculpt By Nature's graver . " Love's Lily . WHAT quaint flowers are Chrysanthemums ! ( A ...
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Alice arms BARBICAN beautiful Brooke Hall brother called Carthusian chapel Charterhouse Charterhouse Lane Cicero cloister Connor M'Cormick court door Duke of Norfolk fair Father fear feelings FLEET STREET flowers garden gentleman give green Hamish hand happy hath Hawkhurst head hear heard heart honour hope hour Jupiter King lady Larnreagh look Lord Master ment Mercury mind monk morning Muse nature never o'er old Carthusians once onomatopœia ourselves Ovid Oxford passed pleasure poet poetry Preacher present principle Rackett racter readers REMEMBRANCE replied Richard Lovelace round scene schoolmaster seemed smile song soul spirit Spondees tell terrace thee Thomas Sutton thou thought tion tone Townshend Tracy Triumvirate verses Virg Virgil voice Vulcan wall wild wild thyme wish words writings youth
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Էջ 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Էջ 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Էջ 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Էջ 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Էջ 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Էջ 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Էջ 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Էջ 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Էջ 252 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Էջ 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.