Double acrostic enigmas, with poetical descriptions selected principally from British poets |
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... wave and whirlwind wrestle ! " " The merchant's word , Delighted the master heard ; For his heart was in his work , and the heart Giveth grace to every Art . “ He answered , ' Ere long we will launch A vessel as goodly , and strong ...
... wave and whirlwind wrestle ! " " The merchant's word , Delighted the master heard ; For his heart was in his work , and the heart Giveth grace to every Art . “ He answered , ' Ere long we will launch A vessel as goodly , and strong ...
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... wave , The year's best sweets shall duteous rise , To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! " In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in sorrow bleeds , May love through life the soothing ...
... wave , The year's best sweets shall duteous rise , To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! " In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid , That he , whose heart in sorrow bleeds , May love through life the soothing ...
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... waves leap over it ; the storm Smites it with all the scourges of the rain , And steadily against its solid form Press the great shoulders of the hurricane . ' Sail on ! ' it says , ' sail on , ye stately ships ! And with your floating ...
... waves leap over it ; the storm Smites it with all the scourges of the rain , And steadily against its solid form Press the great shoulders of the hurricane . ' Sail on ! ' it says , ' sail on , ye stately ships ! And with your floating ...
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... wave A wanderer came , and sought the poet's grave ; On low stone he saw his lonely name , yon And raised this fond memorial to his fame . " 1. A kind of black earth . 2. A prophet . 3. An Italian singer . 4. To weave without a loom . 5 ...
... wave A wanderer came , and sought the poet's grave ; On low stone he saw his lonely name , yon And raised this fond memorial to his fame . " 1. A kind of black earth . 2. A prophet . 3. An Italian singer . 4. To weave without a loom . 5 ...
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... wave o'er subjects leal , With mailed guards at my palace gate , And a royal will to say and seal ? " I tell thee , no ; it is none of these , Oh , lady fair , oh , lady fair ; But a little pet upon my knees , To toss and pull my brown ...
... wave o'er subjects leal , With mailed guards at my palace gate , And a royal will to say and seal ? " I tell thee , no ; it is none of these , Oh , lady fair , oh , lady fair ; But a little pet upon my knees , To toss and pull my brown ...
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Acrostic Altenau ancient animal Ardatov beam beautiful bird breath bright celebrated cloud colour dear delight doth dream e'er earth Edolo Eflani European Russia European Turkey fair flower France fresh fruit gentle GEOGRAPHICAL LIST glory goddess grace Grecian Greece Greek green Hamble-le-Rice heart heaven hills hour Idumea Iguatu island Iturea King Laktho light looks Lord merry morning mountain Negapatam Nenagh Nepi Neva night o'er Ocean Ortenau Ottmachau palace particular kind poem poet province Queen reign Riblah river Roman rose Ruswarp seaport shade shining shore sleep smile song soul Spain spirit sport stream summer sunshine sweet Syria thee thine thou town of Asiatic town of European town of Hindostan town of Italy town of Naples town of Sweden tree tremble Ugento Ustica village wandering wave weep wild wind Xalapa Yaxley youth
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Página 33 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 128 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Página 143 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 87 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 176 - All things to man's delightful use. The roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf ; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall ; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic ; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem : other creature...
Página 143 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 40 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Página 20 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 102 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.