Lillian and Other PoemsRedfield, 1852 - 290 Seiten |
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Abbess ARSENE HOUSSAYE Athens beautiful Beneath bliss blue bower breath bright Bronchitis brow charm cheek clasp cold Count Otto courser dance dark delight Digore dragon dream earth Entomology Episodes of Insect eyes faded fair falchion fancy fat friars father fear feel flings flowers fond frown gaze glance glow gout grace grave grief hair hand hath heard heart heaven hope hour illustrated John Moultrie lady laugh light lips lonely look Lord Louis XV lover Lurley lute maid maiden minstrel Muse never night Nonny numbers o'er pale passion Peyrouse prayer quadrille reader Redfield Rhine rhyme rose sigh silent sing Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul style sweet taste tears tell thee thine thou thought to-day to-night toil tone Vidal voice volume wander weary ween weep wild WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED young youth
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Seite 133 - And nothings for Sylvanus Urban. He did not think all mischief fair, Although he had a knack of joking ; He did not make himself a bear, Although he had a taste for smoking ; And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all his learning, That if a man's belief is bad, It will not be improved by burning.
Seite 132 - re expected." Up rose the Reverend Doctor Brown, Up rose the Doctor's "winsome marrow;" The lady laid her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow : Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or Papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner.
Seite 183 - No!" He must walk like a god of old story, Come down from the home of his rest; He must smile like the sun in his glory, On the buds he loves ever the best ; And, oh ! from its ivory portal, Like music his soft speech must flow ! — If he speak, smile, or walk like a mortal, My own Araminta, say "No!
Seite 140 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them for the Sunday Journal. My mother laughed : I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling ; My father frowned, but how should gout See any happiness in...
Seite 170 - Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some — before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for Liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Without the fear of sessions; Charles Medlar...
Seite 134 - Alack the change! in vain I look For haunts in which my boyhood trifled,— The level lawn, the trickling brook, The trees I climbed, the beds I rifled...
Seite 141 - Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading; She botanized ; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading; She warbled Handel ; it was grand — She made the Catalan!
Seite 185 - Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; — I know you're a terrible rover ; But, Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown ; But, Clarence...
Seite 139 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Seite 132 - Vicar. His talk was like a stream, which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses: It slipped from politics to puns, It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels, or shoeing horses.