The white chief's urn, containing poems and other contributions1850 |
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Pàgina 2
... glowing- Theirs , theirs is the light , will for ever endure , No fitful refulgence out - throwing ! * * Lo ! Fancy unfetters her progeny fair : From cavern'd recesses they're streaming ; And hither and thither they're borne on the air ...
... glowing- Theirs , theirs is the light , will for ever endure , No fitful refulgence out - throwing ! * * Lo ! Fancy unfetters her progeny fair : From cavern'd recesses they're streaming ; And hither and thither they're borne on the air ...
Pàgina 14
... glowing dews , while on she flies- Sweet mother of night's countless holy lights ; I'll give thy tongue a charm , that list'ning ears Intoxicating extacy shall drink When thy rich stores of speech thou pourest forth , And , wond'ring ...
... glowing dews , while on she flies- Sweet mother of night's countless holy lights ; I'll give thy tongue a charm , that list'ning ears Intoxicating extacy shall drink When thy rich stores of speech thou pourest forth , And , wond'ring ...
Pàgina 30
... thee know ? - Shall all thy crush'd affections with'ring die ? - No - bid them with a purer fervour glow , Till in exulting strength they reach the sky ! ATONEMENT FOR THE ERRORS OF A PEN . 66 ' 30 SPRING IS COMING .
... thee know ? - Shall all thy crush'd affections with'ring die ? - No - bid them with a purer fervour glow , Till in exulting strength they reach the sky ! ATONEMENT FOR THE ERRORS OF A PEN . 66 ' 30 SPRING IS COMING .
Pàgina 34
... glowing wine- To thy sons the spirit - life , Yield thy banks , old Father Rhine ! — Clink the cup , and quaff the wine : Huzza , huzza ! " To Father Rhine ! " In thy breast Hygeia dwells : Every breeze is pure 34 RECOLLECTIONS OF ...
... glowing wine- To thy sons the spirit - life , Yield thy banks , old Father Rhine ! — Clink the cup , and quaff the wine : Huzza , huzza ! " To Father Rhine ! " In thy breast Hygeia dwells : Every breeze is pure 34 RECOLLECTIONS OF ...
Pàgina 58
... angel hands may dew with tears That spring from thankfulness too deep for words ; And the sweet gem of feeling shall outshine The golden - prison'd diamond glowing there ! RETROSPECTION . " Oh ! what is not a dream 58 LIFE'S DREAMS . 68.
... angel hands may dew with tears That spring from thankfulness too deep for words ; And the sweet gem of feeling shall outshine The golden - prison'd diamond glowing there ! RETROSPECTION . " Oh ! what is not a dream 58 LIFE'S DREAMS . 68.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 172 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Pàgina 191 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Pàgina 174 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better way: those happy smilets That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Pàgina 172 - Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply...
Pàgina 191 - And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACB. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not. LADY M. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Pàgina 172 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Pàgina 192 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Pàgina 185 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry "Hold, hold!
Pàgina 191 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it, then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Pàgina 193 - This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan.