The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, Том 2William Oxberry 1821 |
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... believe me , sir , " said Mr. Palmer , " you cannot feel more satisfaction in receiving this Cup than I have pleasure in presenting it by the desire of the ladies and gentlemen whose names are inscribed upon it . Permit me to wish you ...
... believe me , sir , " said Mr. Palmer , " you cannot feel more satisfaction in receiving this Cup than I have pleasure in presenting it by the desire of the ladies and gentlemen whose names are inscribed upon it . Permit me to wish you ...
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... believe will never be an Atheist , the frame of man's body and coherence of his parts being so strange and paradoxal , that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of nature ; though when all is done , I do not find she hath made it so ...
... believe will never be an Atheist , the frame of man's body and coherence of his parts being so strange and paradoxal , that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of nature ; though when all is done , I do not find she hath made it so ...
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... believe that God will not inflict an infinite punishment upon him if he be truly penitent , so that his justice may be satisfied , if not with man's repentance , yet at least with some temporal punishment here or hereafter , such as may ...
... believe that God will not inflict an infinite punishment upon him if he be truly penitent , so that his justice may be satisfied , if not with man's repentance , yet at least with some temporal punishment here or hereafter , such as may ...
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... believe you will be a good knight , and therefore I will put on your spur ; whereupon after my most humble thanks for so great a favour , I held up my leg against the wall , and he put on my spur . ( To be resumed . ) THE MAGIC RING ...
... believe you will be a good knight , and therefore I will put on your spur ; whereupon after my most humble thanks for so great a favour , I held up my leg against the wall , and he put on my spur . ( To be resumed . ) THE MAGIC RING ...
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... believe you know , been in the hands of some of the first critics of the present day . They tell me it is likely to succeed on two accounts ; first , be- cause there is a character which you know so well how to render effective ; and ...
... believe you know , been in the hands of some of the first critics of the present day . They tell me it is likely to succeed on two accounts ; first , be- cause there is a character which you know so well how to render effective ; and ...
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Страница 163 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Страница 306 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 240 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Страница 241 - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Страница 375 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Страница 170 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 160 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; '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...
Страница 171 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Страница 238 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.