The Gift

Framsida
Eliza Leslie
E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1851
 

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Sida 50 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sida 13 - He is with her ; and they know that I know Where they are, what they do : they believe my tears flow While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear Empty church, to pray God in, for them ! — I am here.
Sida 199 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Sida 199 - I was personally concerned, or by any narrative of the "wild and wondrous." I have a story to tell, but not one to make "each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
Sida 171 - To-day, lays plans of many years to come ; To-morrow, sinks into the silent tomb. To-day, his food is dressed in dainty forms ; To-morrow, is himself a feast for worms. To-day, he's clad in gaudy, rich array; To-morrow, shrouded for a bed of clay. To-day enjoys his halls, built to his mind1; To-morrow, in a coffin is confined.
Sida 278 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, And teach the young idea how to shoot...
Sida 197 - TELL,/h>m an eminence. Tell. Whene'er I choose, I have the speed of them. Nor dare they shoot : so oft as they prepare, If I but bend my bow, the terror of The deadly aim alone transfixes them, That down they drop their weapons by their sides, And stand at gaze, with lapsed power, as though In every heart an arrow from my bow Stood quivering. I knew that beetling cliff Would cost them breath to climb. They top it now. Ha ! [Bends his...
Sida 171 - To-day, enjoys his halls, built to his mind ; To-morrow, in a coffin is confined. To-day, he floats on honour's lofty wave ; To-morrow, leaves his titles for a grave. To-day, his beauteous visage we extol ; To-morrow, loathsome in the sight of all. To-day, he has delusive dreams of heaven ; To-morrow, cries too late to be forgiven.
Sida 197 - ... aim alone transfixes them, That down they drop their weapons by their sides, And stand at gaze, with lapsed power, as though In every heart an arrow from my bow Stood quivering. I knew that beetling cliff Would cost them breath to climb. They top it now. Ha ! [Bends his bow.~\ Have I brought you to a stand again ? I'll keep you there, to give your master time To breathe. Poor slaves ! no game are you for me ; But could I draw the tyrant on that shrinks Behind you. — There he is...
Sida 45 - Sing poeans to the brave ; Cittern, and lyre, and trumpet-strain, Breathe of the red victorious plain ! Wreath, wreath the laurel crown ; Swell forth the glad acclaim, Bid glory and renown Record each valiant name : The mighty ones who by your side For Hellas fought — for Hellas died ! Fill, fill the banquet board, Your standards wave on high, Chiefs of the shrine and sword ! Brothers of victory ! Bring forth the guerdon of your toil, The gold, the captives, and the spoil. Brightly and fast the...

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