The Literary Bouquet: Gathered from Favorite AuthorsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 страница |
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... brought back again to his bed . All this , says the Alcoran , was transacted in so small a space of time , that Mohammed at his return found his bed still warm , and took up an earthen pitcher , which was thrown down at the very instant ...
... brought back again to his bed . All this , says the Alcoran , was transacted in so small a space of time , that Mohammed at his return found his bed still warm , and took up an earthen pitcher , which was thrown down at the very instant ...
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... brought , Wi ' something yet . An ' thinkna , my auld trusty servan ' , That now perhaps thou's less deservin ' , An ' thy auld days may end in starvin ' , For my last fou , A heapit stimpart , I'll reserve ane Laid by for you . We've ...
... brought , Wi ' something yet . An ' thinkna , my auld trusty servan ' , That now perhaps thou's less deservin ' , An ' thy auld days may end in starvin ' , For my last fou , A heapit stimpart , I'll reserve ane Laid by for you . We've ...
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... brought her , beating the air with convulsive wings , torn and bleeding to the ground . Dr. Collier . I THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . HEN the repast was THE LITERARY BOUQUET . 77 A Hawking Party in the Olden Time, Dr Collier,
... brought her , beating the air with convulsive wings , torn and bleeding to the ground . Dr. Collier . I THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . HEN the repast was THE LITERARY BOUQUET . 77 A Hawking Party in the Olden Time, Dr Collier,
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... brought many captives home to Rome , Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says he was ...
... brought many captives home to Rome , Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept ; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says he was ...
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... brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember , I remember , The roses , red and white , The violets , and the lily - cups , Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built ...
... brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember , I remember , The roses , red and white , The violets , and the lily - cups , Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built ...
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Auld Beggar auld lang syne beauty blaw blue breath Brutus buttercups and daisies Cæsar charm cold dainty Davie dark dear death deep delight Diogenes of Sinope doth dream earth Eliza Cooke ERIN ERIN GO BRAGH excellently bright eyes fair fear feel flowers Floy frae friends gazing GO BRAGH golden grave hand hand-we are brethren happy hath heart heaven honourable hope James Hurdis Janet kiss light lived Longfellow look lovers MARK ANTONY Mary Tighe moon night noble numbers o'er Raleigh red planet Mars river Robert Nicoll Robert Pollok seemed shining shore silent silver silver chair sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars stood sure it's winter sweet tears tell tender thee thine things Thomas Hood thought thy auld thy waters W. H. D. Adams watching waves weep wild wings winter fairly woman wounded
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Страница 149 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Страница 150 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Страница 88 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 40 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Страница 92 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Страница 87 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Страница 82 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? \ Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Страница 43 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Страница 114 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Страница 40 - Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements!