Kottabos: College Miscellany, Հատոր 3,Թողարկում 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... glens ? And where were there eyes or tresses as gloriously dark or bright , As the flood of the wild Alpheus as it pour'd from the lonely height ? Ovid , Metamorphoses , III . , 176 . So the hero , young Actaeon , fled far from.
... glens ? And where were there eyes or tresses as gloriously dark or bright , As the flood of the wild Alpheus as it pour'd from the lonely height ? Ovid , Metamorphoses , III . , 176 . So the hero , young Actaeon , fled far from.
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... wild and brave ; I do not say that he need be hairy , Whatever he does , he will surely shave . And he may be Willy , or simply William , Or that short Bill , which is just between ; But whatever he is , he must have a million , And ...
... wild and brave ; I do not say that he need be hairy , Whatever he does , he will surely shave . And he may be Willy , or simply William , Or that short Bill , which is just between ; But whatever he is , he must have a million , And ...
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... wild prayer to forget thee , A child with its mother's eyes , And a sweet low voice to mock me , With torturing memories ! A silent foot on the stairway , A heart that breatheth hard , A prayer , a moan , and a silence , A grave in the ...
... wild prayer to forget thee , A child with its mother's eyes , And a sweet low voice to mock me , With torturing memories ! A silent foot on the stairway , A heart that breatheth hard , A prayer , a moan , and a silence , A grave in the ...
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... wild wood fruit she is , dewy and rosy , Found among thorny stocks gnarl'd and strong ; But this bright , ripe berry of strangest growth Lusciously melts in the gatherer's mouth . G. W. Wasted Days . ( FROM A PICTURE PAINTED BY MISS 55.
... wild wood fruit she is , dewy and rosy , Found among thorny stocks gnarl'd and strong ; But this bright , ripe berry of strangest growth Lusciously melts in the gatherer's mouth . G. W. Wasted Days . ( FROM A PICTURE PAINTED BY MISS 55.
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... wild wheels broke , Tearing down the slope with their devilish clamours And deafening din , as of giants ' hammers That smote in a whirlwind of dust and smoke All the instant or so that we sped to meet her . Never , O never , had she ...
... wild wheels broke , Tearing down the slope with their devilish clamours And deafening din , as of giants ' hammers That smote in a whirlwind of dust and smoke All the instant or so that we sped to meet her . Never , O never , had she ...
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Էջ 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Էջ 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Էջ 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Էջ 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Էջ 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Էջ 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
Էջ 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Էջ 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Էջ 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Էջ 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?