Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1867 |
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... souls For writing these verses the reason , For clearly ' tis merely , to wish you sincerely The compliments , friends , of the season . 1. Oh ! list to the chime , as it rings in the time Which in England is merriest reckoned . 2. Send ...
... souls For writing these verses the reason , For clearly ' tis merely , to wish you sincerely The compliments , friends , of the season . 1. Oh ! list to the chime , as it rings in the time Which in England is merriest reckoned . 2. Send ...
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... soul has fled ! 5. Fatal to friendship as to love , distractor of the mind , Let it but once an entrance gain , and we are worse than blind . 20 . W. M. I. TWO CHARACTERS IN ONE OF SCOTT'S NOVELS . 1. To this part of Africa did the ...
... soul has fled ! 5. Fatal to friendship as to love , distractor of the mind , Let it but once an entrance gain , and we are worse than blind . 20 . W. M. I. TWO CHARACTERS IN ONE OF SCOTT'S NOVELS . 1. To this part of Africa did the ...
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... soul had'st thou , fair maiden , Till thy earthly lover came ; 3. His operas with pleasure We always go to hear ; 4. The youngest of the patriarchs , To his aged father dear . 51 . E. H. My First will from my Second rise , And aching ...
... soul had'st thou , fair maiden , Till thy earthly lover came ; 3. His operas with pleasure We always go to hear ; 4. The youngest of the patriarchs , To his aged father dear . 51 . E. H. My First will from my Second rise , And aching ...
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... I've given you by far . ) 70 . Refuge for the thirsty soul , Outlet for the flowing bowl ; Strike him thus with finger light , His attention to invite . E R. " Tis best when smooth and rich and yellow ; IN PROSE AND VERSE . 337.
... I've given you by far . ) 70 . Refuge for the thirsty soul , Outlet for the flowing bowl ; Strike him thus with finger light , His attention to invite . E R. " Tis best when smooth and rich and yellow ; IN PROSE AND VERSE . 337.
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... soul - though she who my throne did share , was an angel Pure as the light - till sailing across from a happier country , Bound on the mission of love came the saints who brought me the Gospel . 11. To heaven's cool breeze I spread my ...
... soul - though she who my throne did share , was an angel Pure as the light - till sailing across from a happier country , Bound on the mission of love came the saints who brought me the Gospel . 11. To heaven's cool breeze I spread my ...
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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.