Gems of Thought, and Flowers of FancyRichard Wright Procter Partridge, 1855 - 428 Seiten |
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... Never Despair Nora's Vow The Ivy Poor Jane's Lament The Bird of Passage The Soldier's Funeral The Shadow The Retrospect * To a Fly loitering near a Spi- } der's Web The Land which no Mortal may Know Song * The Grave of Korner Specimen ...
... Never Despair Nora's Vow The Ivy Poor Jane's Lament The Bird of Passage The Soldier's Funeral The Shadow The Retrospect * To a Fly loitering near a Spi- } der's Web The Land which no Mortal may Know Song * The Grave of Korner Specimen ...
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... never will grow old ; But purer pride and rapture bring To me , a minstrel , than a King ! Oh ! fleet though fair their fate must prove , Whose hopes , whose hearts , to flesh are given , Who build no ark of rest above ; Earth holds a ...
... never will grow old ; But purer pride and rapture bring To me , a minstrel , than a King ! Oh ! fleet though fair their fate must prove , Whose hopes , whose hearts , to flesh are given , Who build no ark of rest above ; Earth holds a ...
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... never so , Thou can'st not here remain . " The bride came in her wedding robe- But that did nought avail ; Her ruby lips went cold and blue , Her rosy cheek turn'd pale ! And some were hurried from the ball , And some came from the play ...
... never so , Thou can'st not here remain . " The bride came in her wedding robe- But that did nought avail ; Her ruby lips went cold and blue , Her rosy cheek turn'd pale ! And some were hurried from the ball , And some came from the play ...
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... never told the precise history of his rise , and as Mr. Bell has failed to trace it , probably it will never be known , and an example will be lost to the world . George Canning was born on the 11th of April , 1770 , His father ...
... never told the precise history of his rise , and as Mr. Bell has failed to trace it , probably it will never be known , and an example will be lost to the world . George Canning was born on the 11th of April , 1770 , His father ...
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... famous tise , " How to live in comfort and respectability on a year . " Canning might have taught us how to live entleman upon nothing ! Yet we never heard that he got into debt or gambled . Did his pen AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 25.
... famous tise , " How to live in comfort and respectability on a year . " Canning might have taught us how to live entleman upon nothing ! Yet we never heard that he got into debt or gambled . Did his pen AND FLOWERS OF FANCY . 25.
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Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy (Classic Reprint) Richard Wright Procter Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty beneath bird bless bloom blue BORN bower breast breath bright brow calm cheek cheer child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep DIED dreams of old e'en earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT EMILY BRONTE eyes faded fair feel fled flowers fond gaze gentle glide glory grave green Grongar Hill hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN SCHOLES JOSEPH AUGUSTINE WADE LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light lips live lonely look look'd lyre maiden morning mortal mother ne'er never night o'er once pale pass'd POEMS press'd Quoth the Raven rest ROBERT TANNAHILL round seem'd shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS GASPEY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought toil tomb turn'd twas voice wandering wave weep wild WILLIAM PAYNTER wind wing young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 111 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Seite 228 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Seite 360 - ABOU BEN ADHEM — may his tribe increase — Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold And to the presence in the room he said: 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 94 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Seite 364 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Seite 94 - But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, "Nevermore.
Seite 91 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 5 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Seite 191 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Seite 386 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.