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Pagina 14
... for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sleep , The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs. Low in the ground . HEY shot him dead at the Nine - Stane Rig. THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . THE GRAVE, Montgomery,
... for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie , and sweetly sleep , The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs. Low in the ground . HEY shot him dead at the Nine - Stane Rig. THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . THE GRAVE, Montgomery,
Pagina 20
... loves not his wife and children , feeds a lioness at home , and broods a nest of sorrows , and blessing itself cannot make him happy . Jeremy Taylor . SHE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . HE was dead . 20 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Jeremy Taylor,
... loves not his wife and children , feeds a lioness at home , and broods a nest of sorrows , and blessing itself cannot make him happy . Jeremy Taylor . SHE DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . HE was dead . 20 THE BOOK OF ELEGANT EXTRACTS . Jeremy Taylor,
Pagina 21
... dead . Dear , gentle , patient , noble Nell was dead . Her little bird - a poor , slight thing , the pressure of a finger would have crushed— was stirring nimbly in its cage , and the strong heart of its child - mistress was mute and ...
... dead . Dear , gentle , patient , noble Nell was dead . Her little bird - a poor , slight thing , the pressure of a finger would have crushed— was stirring nimbly in its cage , and the strong heart of its child - mistress was mute and ...
Pagina 22
... dead two days . They were all about her at the time , knowing that the end was drawing on . She died soon after daybreak . They had read and talked to her in the earlier portion of the night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep ...
... dead two days . They were all about her at the time , knowing that the end was drawing on . She died soon after daybreak . They had read and talked to her in the earlier portion of the night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep ...
Pagina 23
... dead , in many shapes and forms , to see the closing of that early grave . Along the crowded path they bore her now - pure as the newly fallen snow that covered it - whose day on earth had been as fleeting . Under that porch where she ...
... dead , in many shapes and forms , to see the closing of that early grave . Along the crowded path they bore her now - pure as the newly fallen snow that covered it - whose day on earth had been as fleeting . Under that porch where she ...
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Pagina 137 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Pagina 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Pagina 110 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Pagina 55 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Pagina 55 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pagina 110 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Pagina 28 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Pagina 93 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Pagina 21 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death.
Pagina 11 - I were to pray for a taste which should stand me in stead under every variety of circumstances, and be a source of happiness and cheerfulness to me through life, and a shield against its ills, however things might go amiss and the world frown upon me, it would be a taste for reading.