Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Volumes 5-6Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1880 - American literature |
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... playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers , The violet , the pink , and jessamine , I pricked them into paper with a ... play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore ' Where ...
... playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers , The violet , the pink , and jessamine , I pricked them into paper with a ... play Around her , fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou , with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore ' Where ...
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... play'dst the housewife's part , And all thy threads , with magic art , Have wound themselves about this heart , My Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream ; Yet me they charm , whate'er the My Mary ...
... play'dst the housewife's part , And all thy threads , with magic art , Have wound themselves about this heart , My Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream ; Yet me they charm , whate'er the My Mary ...
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... play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloined The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down The yet close - folded latitude of boughs , And all thy embryo vastness , at a gulp . But fate thy ...
... play with ; and the thievish jay , Seeking her food , with ease might have purloined The auburn nut that held thee , swallowing down The yet close - folded latitude of boughs , And all thy embryo vastness , at a gulp . But fate thy ...
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... girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle necks Still dangling at his waist . Thus all through merry Islington These gambols he did play , Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmunton so gay . 26 [ TO 1830 . CYCLOPEDIA OF.
... girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle necks Still dangling at his waist . Thus all through merry Islington These gambols he did play , Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmunton so gay . 26 [ TO 1830 . CYCLOPEDIA OF.
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... play . At Edmonton , his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband , wondering much To see how he did ride . ' Stop , stop , John Gilpin ! -Here's the house ! ' They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits , and we are ...
... play . At Edmonton , his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband , wondering much To see how he did ride . ' Stop , stop , John Gilpin ! -Here's the house ! ' They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits , and we are ...
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Page 140 - tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues. Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 324 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Page 158 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Page 290 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 137 - Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
Page 247 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Page 26 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' 'Good lack,' quoth he — 'yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 138 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood.
Page 297 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 291 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.