Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various authors, ed. by A.E.H.1865 |
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Strona 13
... death , Traitor that kills the friend it cherisheth ; 10. A bird of passage to which men give wings , And burden with all rare and costly things . C If for each pair of rhyming lines combined , The IN PROSE AND VERSE . 13.
... death , Traitor that kills the friend it cherisheth ; 10. A bird of passage to which men give wings , And burden with all rare and costly things . C If for each pair of rhyming lines combined , The IN PROSE AND VERSE . 13.
Strona 14
... death o'ertook the Persian king . 2. Creation of the poet's brain - vile thing ! 3. Retaliation is not good or kind , 4. As one who suffered for Europa's sake did find . 5. This doth the lover eagerly desire ; Alas ! too oft it doth but ...
... death o'ertook the Persian king . 2. Creation of the poet's brain - vile thing ! 3. Retaliation is not good or kind , 4. As one who suffered for Europa's sake did find . 5. This doth the lover eagerly desire ; Alas ! too oft it doth but ...
Strona 25
... death I mourned my granted rash demand . 51 0 . Two hostile powers in days of Whig and Tory , Dissecters keen of verse , grave prose , and story ; Now , like good wine , grown milder with their age , Fresh pleasure greets us as we turn ...
... death I mourned my granted rash demand . 51 0 . Two hostile powers in days of Whig and Tory , Dissecters keen of verse , grave prose , and story ; Now , like good wine , grown milder with their age , Fresh pleasure greets us as we turn ...
Strona 26
... death , and sadness ; 2. I ask for entrance at thy door ; 3. Wingless , among the stars I soar ; 4. Nor cap nor wig nor hat am I , And yet upon a head I lie ; 5. Hushed now the thunders of the sea ; 6. Hark ! this brings them back to me ...
... death , and sadness ; 2. I ask for entrance at thy door ; 3. Wingless , among the stars I soar ; 4. Nor cap nor wig nor hat am I , And yet upon a head I lie ; 5. Hushed now the thunders of the sea ; 6. Hark ! this brings them back to me ...
Strona 41
... death only brings relief . 1. In Italy no longer I am known , But Staffordshire may claim me as her own . 2. In this author's graphic page Historic scenes our minds engage . 3. The exile writes of transformation strange , And lets his ...
... death only brings relief . 1. In Italy no longer I am known , But Staffordshire may claim me as her own . 2. In this author's graphic page Historic scenes our minds engage . 3. The exile writes of transformation strange , And lets his ...
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Strona 136 - Sweet images ! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this, that he hath much to love.
Strona 123 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Strona 142 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strona 142 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Strona 175 - The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Strona 126 - He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Strona 148 - Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Strona 166 - Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside; For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide; Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
Strona 189 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Strona 133 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.