The white chief's urn, containing poems and other contributions1850 |
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Pàgina 8
... 'd tales among the boughs , That bent caressingly to court his stay , And , as he fled , gave forth their trembling sighs In silv'ry rustling sounds , like Ocean's breath ; I- The brook took up the burden , as it flow'd.
... 'd tales among the boughs , That bent caressingly to court his stay , And , as he fled , gave forth their trembling sighs In silv'ry rustling sounds , like Ocean's breath ; I- The brook took up the burden , as it flow'd.
Pàgina 18
... sighs that shook each jointed link As swelling from his heart they broke , And steps that made the pavement clink , Anon , he pray'd -- anon , he spoke ! * * * * Oh , give me but to meet the foe The traitor - foe that wrong'd my trust ...
... sighs that shook each jointed link As swelling from his heart they broke , And steps that made the pavement clink , Anon , he pray'd -- anon , he spoke ! * * * * Oh , give me but to meet the foe The traitor - foe that wrong'd my trust ...
Pàgina 23
... sigh , one loving look , Ineffable of angel peace , And then its flight her spirit took To realms where sin and suff'rings cease . * * * My steed ! my steed ! " Sir Eldred cried ; " Away , o'er moor and sunlit glade , I must for ...
... sigh , one loving look , Ineffable of angel peace , And then its flight her spirit took To realms where sin and suff'rings cease . * * * My steed ! my steed ! " Sir Eldred cried ; " Away , o'er moor and sunlit glade , I must for ...
Pàgina 31
... sigh This little shaft with ink was fraught , Be it for ever dry ! — If to throw cheerless gloom around Thy mind , -Oh , then , " Deeper than e'er did plummet sound , " I'll drown my Pen ! " If one sad doubt e'er shook thy breast , — If ...
... sigh This little shaft with ink was fraught , Be it for ever dry ! — If to throw cheerless gloom around Thy mind , -Oh , then , " Deeper than e'er did plummet sound , " I'll drown my Pen ! " If one sad doubt e'er shook thy breast , — If ...
Pàgina 43
Jane Maria Davis. Discarded Hagar ! who can trace thy fate , And sigh not o'er the wrongs pride , lust , and pow'r Can wreak on woman's all - defenceless head ? Was not thy soul as free to love as hers Who call'd thee slave , and dared ...
Jane Maria Davis. Discarded Hagar ! who can trace thy fate , And sigh not o'er the wrongs pride , lust , and pow'r Can wreak on woman's all - defenceless head ? Was not thy soul as free to love as hers Who call'd thee slave , and dared ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
art not absent Art thou behold beneath betrayed bless Blind Captain bliss bosom brave breath bride bright bring brow canst character Charity chaunt Cordelia courage dare dark dear death deeds deep Deeper than e'er dread dream e'er did plummet earth fair fairy faith fame fancy father fear feeling Fernando Po Freemasons gentle give gliding glory glow grace Hallelujah Hallelujah hand happy band Haste hither hath heart hide hope Hosanna household words human Lady Macbeth life's light lord nature Nature's neath numbers o'er once passion Peace pierce pride proud Royal Marines SAMUEL SMITH scene SCENE.-ACT seem'd SEMICHORUS sigh sing Sir Earndolf Sir Eldred sisters smile smoke of hell song sorrow soul Speed the plough spell spirit spring strife sway sweet Annette Sweet Charity tears tell thee thine thou art throne thy breast true tumbrel twill voice weep wild woman youth
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.