The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Том 4Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... Death - bed , Autumn , 93 94 The Widow to her Hour - glass , 95 A Night in a Church , 96 + The Change , 101 + Ghoalan Castle , 102 The Skreen , or , " Not at Home , " 103 Rome , 110 Ensign O'Donoghue's " First Love , " 111 Time , 119 ...
... Death - bed , Autumn , 93 94 The Widow to her Hour - glass , 95 A Night in a Church , 96 + The Change , 101 + Ghoalan Castle , 102 The Skreen , or , " Not at Home , " 103 Rome , 110 Ensign O'Donoghue's " First Love , " 111 Time , 119 ...
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... Death Song , 272 273 Stanzas for Music , 274 The Young Man of Ninety , 277 + To my Bed , 278 + To the Stars , A Masquerade at Berlin , 279 Invocation to the Harp , 286 Farewell to the Harp , 286 Scottish Ballad , 287 Melrose Abbey , 288 ...
... Death Song , 272 273 Stanzas for Music , 274 The Young Man of Ninety , 277 + To my Bed , 278 + To the Stars , A Masquerade at Berlin , 279 Invocation to the Harp , 286 Farewell to the Harp , 286 Scottish Ballad , 287 Melrose Abbey , 288 ...
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... death , that so he might be fitted for a liberal pro- fession . Proud though Mrs Mather was of this scheme , her ... death left her with a trifling annuity , and the proprietorship of a small house in the village of Holydean . After the ...
... death , that so he might be fitted for a liberal pro- fession . Proud though Mrs Mather was of this scheme , her ... death left her with a trifling annuity , and the proprietorship of a small house in the village of Holydean . After the ...
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... death of her husband , a wealthy retired merchant , who had spent the last years of his life at Greenwells , Mrs Mather , having no family , began to cast about for a companion , and Miss Pearce was soon found out to be one of those ...
... death of her husband , a wealthy retired merchant , who had spent the last years of his life at Greenwells , Mrs Mather , having no family , began to cast about for a companion , and Miss Pearce was soon found out to be one of those ...
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... death that visit me in the night when I lie here , terror to be alone lest indeed I lose my reason — and oh ! hope deferred - and then outwardly , around me day and night , beleaguering the issues of my soul , and making me mad by the ...
... death that visit me in the night when I lie here , terror to be alone lest indeed I lose my reason — and oh ! hope deferred - and then outwardly , around me day and night , beleaguering the issues of my soul , and making me mad by the ...
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Сторінка 93 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Сторінка 94 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Сторінка 201 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Сторінка 94 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Сторінка 94 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 66 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Сторінка 66 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death...
Сторінка 200 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Сторінка 287 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Сторінка 287 - Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.