The white chief's urn, containing poems and other contributions1850 |
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Pàgina 7
... sings of the good and the brave , Of the beautiful , true , and the free ; And , as he glides on from " the gay to the grave , " May his song bear a blessing to thee ! NOTE . It may be necessary to state , that " The Invitation to the ...
... sings of the good and the brave , Of the beautiful , true , and the free ; And , as he glides on from " the gay to the grave , " May his song bear a blessing to thee ! NOTE . It may be necessary to state , that " The Invitation to the ...
Pàgina 33
... sing ! — O'er my soul thy beauties throng ; Bold , I laurels o'er thee fling As Apollo's throne of Song : - Fatherland ! -the Muses ' land ! — Land that claims my heart and hand ! Beauteous heaven , richly pouring Floods of radiance ...
... sing ! — O'er my soul thy beauties throng ; Bold , I laurels o'er thee fling As Apollo's throne of Song : - Fatherland ! -the Muses ' land ! — Land that claims my heart and hand ! Beauteous heaven , richly pouring Floods of radiance ...
Pàgina 37
... sing In some simple measure , While life's morn is on the wing , Lays that it may treasure- Of celestial birth ! - Ring , oh , ring its golden string , Bright with peace and beauty ; Round thee trusting cherubs bring , As thy sweetest ...
... sing In some simple measure , While life's morn is on the wing , Lays that it may treasure- Of celestial birth ! - Ring , oh , ring its golden string , Bright with peace and beauty ; Round thee trusting cherubs bring , As thy sweetest ...
Pàgina 38
... Sing of virtue's sacred deeds , Youth's fair brow adorning ; Plead , as only feeling pleads When , with notes of warning , All thy strings resound ! MANHOOD . Strike , again , a loftier key— Let thy numbers bolder flow : Higher powers ...
... Sing of virtue's sacred deeds , Youth's fair brow adorning ; Plead , as only feeling pleads When , with notes of warning , All thy strings resound ! MANHOOD . Strike , again , a loftier key— Let thy numbers bolder flow : Higher powers ...
Pàgina 39
... Sing a theme to worlds assembled , Ere thy voice and harp be still'd- Divine , unchanging love ! — Rouse the chord that deeply slumber'd Whilst the little things of time All thy thoughts and feelings cumber'd— Be thy dying song sublime ...
... Sing a theme to worlds assembled , Ere thy voice and harp be still'd- Divine , unchanging love ! — Rouse the chord that deeply slumber'd Whilst the little things of time All thy thoughts and feelings cumber'd— Be thy dying song sublime ...
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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.