Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose WritersBentley, 1883 - 516 sidor |
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... trees , a picturesque country church with its yews and lindens on one side , and beyond , a down as smooth as velvet , dotted with rich islands of coppice , hazel , woodbine , hawthorn , and holly reaching up into the young oaks , and ...
... trees , a picturesque country church with its yews and lindens on one side , and beyond , a down as smooth as velvet , dotted with rich islands of coppice , hazel , woodbine , hawthorn , and holly reaching up into the young oaks , and ...
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... trees are breathing heavy balm , So still the night , those two long barques round Dunashad that glide , Must trust ... tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of Dungarvon , he who steered the Algerine . He fell amid a sullen ...
... trees are breathing heavy balm , So still the night , those two long barques round Dunashad that glide , Must trust ... tree , a yelling wretch is seen , ' Tis Hackett of Dungarvon , he who steered the Algerine . He fell amid a sullen ...
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... trees the smoke shall rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir ...
... trees the smoke shall rise From our hearth with maith go léor , There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astoir . Mild is Maire bhan astoir , Mine is Maire bhan astoir , Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astoir ...
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... tree , that is , or passes for , Herne's oak - for the very man of whom we in- quired our way maintained that the tree was apocryphal , although in such cases I hold it wisest and pleasantest to believe the quaint old town itself , with ...
... tree , that is , or passes for , Herne's oak - for the very man of whom we in- quired our way maintained that the tree was apocryphal , although in such cases I hold it wisest and pleasantest to believe the quaint old town itself , with ...
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... tree , sketching the church , and another party , escorted by the clergyman , walking reverently through it . Stoke Pogis , however , is not without its rivals ; and we also visited the old church at Upton , whose ivy - mantled tower ...
... tree , sketching the church , and another party , escorted by the clergyman , walking reverently through it . Stoke Pogis , however , is not without its rivals ; and we also visited the old church at Upton , whose ivy - mantled tower ...
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Sida 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Sida 295 - 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.
Sida 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Sida 87 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Sida 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Sida 226 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sida 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Sida 368 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Sida 293 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Sida 296 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.