Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1867 |
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... ne'er be light . 1. Sometimes it crowns the victor who fought in honour's cause , And yet again ' tis often heard to come from deerhound's jaws . 2. On it the wand'ring minstrel plays , so by its aid he sings The oft - repeated tale of ...
... ne'er be light . 1. Sometimes it crowns the victor who fought in honour's cause , And yet again ' tis often heard to come from deerhound's jaws . 2. On it the wand'ring minstrel plays , so by its aid he sings The oft - repeated tale of ...
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... ne'er to speak a word . 4. Lovely queen of elves and fairies , On a bank my Fourth reclined , While her arms , oh , strangest passion ! Round an ass's neck she twined . 5. Who would e'er believe the horror ' Gainst my IN PROSE AND VERSE .
... ne'er to speak a word . 4. Lovely queen of elves and fairies , On a bank my Fourth reclined , While her arms , oh , strangest passion ! Round an ass's neck she twined . 5. Who would e'er believe the horror ' Gainst my IN PROSE AND VERSE .
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... ne'er a leafless landscape On a dark November day ? So th ' Initials ' sombre picture Tell of things long passed away . Look again , a vernal shower Renders life to flower and tree , So the Finals ' magic touches Make all as it used to ...
... ne'er a leafless landscape On a dark November day ? So th ' Initials ' sombre picture Tell of things long passed away . Look again , a vernal shower Renders life to flower and tree , So the Finals ' magic touches Make all as it used to ...
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... near . 3. Wretched condition of my native soil , And yet most welcome to the farmer's toil . M. A. W. 75 . My First you ... ne'er bestow her brilliant flowers . 2. Through sunny lands and many a quaint old town My sparkling water calmly ...
... near . 3. Wretched condition of my native soil , And yet most welcome to the farmer's toil . M. A. W. 75 . My First you ... ne'er bestow her brilliant flowers . 2. Through sunny lands and many a quaint old town My sparkling water calmly ...
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... ne'er known to bend or flinch , Should stretch a point to serve you at a pinch . 1. Th ' ambitious lawyer spurns his Court , and hope Points out to him a wider sphere and scope . 2. Alas ! upon the dusty shelf oft found , With lofty ...
... ne'er known to bend or flinch , Should stretch a point to serve you at a pinch . 1. Th ' ambitious lawyer spurns his Court , and hope Points out to him a wider sphere and scope . 2. Alas ! upon the dusty shelf oft found , With lofty ...
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Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various ... Acrostics Vista completa - 1865 |
Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various ... Acrostics Vista completa - 1866 |
Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various ... Acrostics Vista completa - 1871 |
Términos y frases comunes
ancient Arqua Art thou battle beauty behold beneath biped brave breath breeze bright brow cheek colours coursers crown cruel dark daughter dead dear doth dread earth eyes fair falchion fame fear flower gallant Gaul gaze glory gold golden grace hand hath head hear heart heaven hero holy king lady land light look lover lyre maid maiden mighty mind monarch ne'er never night North Devon nought numbers nymph o'er once pale plain pray queen race renown rest rock Rome round royal Scotland Second Shanter shine shore sing sleep soft song soul sound Spain stars steed strife stringed instrument Suabian sure sweet sword tell thee thine thing thirsty ears thou town tree TRIPLE ACROSTIC Twas Twill waters wave weary ween weep wild wind wing word youth
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Página 174 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 237 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Página 168 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Página 207 - Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Página 171 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed...
Página 174 - 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.
Página 178 - ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Página 207 - This day is called the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Página 205 - What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Página 194 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile; The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, A new creation rescued from his reign.