One Hundred Double Acrostics. A New Year's Gift1866 - 89 páginas |
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... look again , But turned with sickening soul within the gate , It is no dream ! and I am desolate ! " 1. " Then in one moment she put forth enchant- ment 2 . Of woven paces and of waving hands . " " What is my fault ? Where is the ...
... look again , But turned with sickening soul within the gate , It is no dream ! and I am desolate ! " 1. " Then in one moment she put forth enchant- ment 2 . Of woven paces and of waving hands . " " What is my fault ? Where is the ...
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... Looks freshest in the fashion of the day . " On the level green He comes , the conqueror of king and queen . " Ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain , And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly ; This is the truth , or let ...
... Looks freshest in the fashion of the day . " On the level green He comes , the conqueror of king and queen . " Ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain , And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly ; This is the truth , or let ...
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... look for wine . " 1. The swords are drawn ! heard , but unseen . 2. It is the entrance to the palace . 3. There came the noble Spanish queen . 4. The wine is dried up in the chalice , The oil burnt out ; nought left to give , 5. To help ...
... look for wine . " 1. The swords are drawn ! heard , but unseen . 2. It is the entrance to the palace . 3. There came the noble Spanish queen . 4. The wine is dried up in the chalice , The oil burnt out ; nought left to give , 5. To help ...
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... look cold , And shoot a chilliness to my trembling heart . " " Lie down again . " 6. " I called not , my son . " 7. " Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims ...
... look cold , And shoot a chilliness to my trembling heart . " " Lie down again . " 6. " I called not , my son . " 7. " Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims ...
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H. W. A. A. W.. No. 61 . Listen . Look . I. I die . 2. " Yes . " 3. I breathe . 4. A pair . H. W. No. 62 . A pair of nutcrackers . 1. If you would a - fishing go ( Cruel thing which I do hate ) , Turn this , shake it to and fro , If you ...
H. W. A. A. W.. No. 61 . Listen . Look . I. I die . 2. " Yes . " 3. I breathe . 4. A pair . H. W. No. 62 . A pair of nutcrackers . 1. If you would a - fishing go ( Cruel thing which I do hate ) , Turn this , shake it to and fro , If you ...
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a-fishing go Adam and Eve Ægean Sea Albatross beauty beneath bird black and blue Blockhead blue brave Breathes bright Canton Caterpillar Celebrated tradesman Ceres CHARING CROSS clouds comes this imagination dark day has vex'd deep deluge doth dream fair fairy fame fire flow flowers forgot The mountains friends gale or snow Germany Gloomy robes grief hath heard heart heaven hour Island of Ægean Italian King King Arthur Lampeto Lancelot lark light Little boat puts look merrily merry mirth never night Queen Red Sea Revolutionist unquiet river robes are round roses round my Third run our final Sea A resinous Second Is pleasant shine shore sigh sleep smile sorrow STAMFORD STREET starry goddess Suggesting a zephyr summer sunbeams sweet thee thine things thou thy valleys rest treacherous wolf tree Trumpets twas waters wave White my Second wine word ye think Youth's resting-place
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Página 49 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.
Página 51 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Página 35 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Página 19 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And ' Stanley ! ' was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Página 17 - ... twas wondrous pitiful ; She wished she had not heard it; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man : she thanked me ; And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake ; She loved me for the dangers I had passed ; And I loved her that she did pity them.
Página 61 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Página 57 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Página 23 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
Página 51 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — To thine...
Página 74 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep...