Chambers's Pocket Miscellany, Том 3W. and R. Chambers, 1854 |
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... MOTHERS , 129 · THE SHEPHERD'S DOG : A TRUE STORY- ( VERSES ) , - WONDERFUL CURERS , THE SEVEN MEN OF GLENMORRISTON , 134 · 136 145 REAL HISTORY OF A SLAVE - BOY , 156 ANECDOTES OF MUSICIANS , 163 THE WANDERING JEW , 171 REMARKABLE ...
... MOTHERS , 129 · THE SHEPHERD'S DOG : A TRUE STORY- ( VERSES ) , - WONDERFUL CURERS , THE SEVEN MEN OF GLENMORRISTON , 134 · 136 145 REAL HISTORY OF A SLAVE - BOY , 156 ANECDOTES OF MUSICIANS , 163 THE WANDERING JEW , 171 REMARKABLE ...
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... mother- wit , was as strongly marked as his fine seaman - like qualities . He was a native of Plymouth , and known by several persons about Sidmouth as a prime sailor , though just then out of luck . It was not long , either , before I ...
... mother- wit , was as strongly marked as his fine seaman - like qualities . He was a native of Plymouth , and known by several persons about Sidmouth as a prime sailor , though just then out of luck . It was not long , either , before I ...
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... mother didna speak , But she looked in my face Till my heart was like to break . " The irksomeness of the situations , the sense of painful dependence , is excessive ; and yet the sentiment of deep- rooted , patient affection triumphs ...
... mother didna speak , But she looked in my face Till my heart was like to break . " The irksomeness of the situations , the sense of painful dependence , is excessive ; and yet the sentiment of deep- rooted , patient affection triumphs ...
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... mother died in 1820 , and it is curious to consider how that old lady linked the present generation to one which we cannot but consider as remote . Her aunt by marriage was the wife of the Earl of Argyle , executed in 1685. The parents ...
... mother died in 1820 , and it is curious to consider how that old lady linked the present generation to one which we cannot but consider as remote . Her aunt by marriage was the wife of the Earl of Argyle , executed in 1685. The parents ...
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... mother fall sick , and given her Auld Robin Gray for a lover , but I wish to load her with a fifth sorrow in the four lines , poor thing ! help me to one , I pray . " " Steal the cow , sister Anne ! " said the little Elizabeth ...
... mother fall sick , and given her Auld Robin Gray for a lover , but I wish to load her with a fifth sorrow in the four lines , poor thing ! help me to one , I pray . " " Steal the cow , sister Anne ! " said the little Elizabeth ...
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Сторінка 70 - 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...
Сторінка 71 - Ode to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 72 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 71 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Сторінка 72 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 70 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 72 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 73 - ... they are flushed all over with the rich lights of fancy; and so coloured and bestrewn with the flowers of poetry, that even while perplexed and bewildered in their labyrinths, it is impossible to resist the intoxication of their sweetness, or to shut our hearts to the enchantments they so lavishly present.
Сторінка 73 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 72 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.