Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 pages |
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... think of thee more ! I scarcely the record had made , Ere zephyr , in frolicsome play On his light airy pinions conveyed Both tablet and promise away , HUMAN GLORY . - A FRAGMENT . IN the piping LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
... think of thee more ! I scarcely the record had made , Ere zephyr , in frolicsome play On his light airy pinions conveyed Both tablet and promise away , HUMAN GLORY . - A FRAGMENT . IN the piping LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
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... think of thee more ! I scarcely the record had made , Ere zephyr , in frolicsome play On his light airy pinions conveyed Both tablet and promise away , HUMAN GLORY . - A FRAGMENT . IN the piping 6 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
... think of thee more ! I scarcely the record had made , Ere zephyr , in frolicsome play On his light airy pinions conveyed Both tablet and promise away , HUMAN GLORY . - A FRAGMENT . IN the piping 6 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
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... banes , Stretched on the light red gravel stanes , In you queer cave on Woodhouse croft , A little garden he had wrought , Twas there through life his way he fought , A VISIT TO THE VICARAGE . 22 More bent to 8 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
... banes , Stretched on the light red gravel stanes , In you queer cave on Woodhouse croft , A little garden he had wrought , Twas there through life his way he fought , A VISIT TO THE VICARAGE . 22 More bent to 8 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
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... lights by pride and passion bred From the deep quagmires of a muddy head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled sigh With which philosophers prépare to die . Her talk was lofty - yet ' twas humble too ; How much she had to hope ...
... lights by pride and passion bred From the deep quagmires of a muddy head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled sigh With which philosophers prépare to die . Her talk was lofty - yet ' twas humble too ; How much she had to hope ...
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... light of love , the grace of wit , and the crown of wisdom ; she is the beauty of valour , the brightness of honour , the blessing of wis- dom , and the joy of faith ; her truth is pure gold , her time is right precious , her word is ...
... light of love , the grace of wit , and the crown of wisdom ; she is the beauty of valour , the brightness of honour , the blessing of wis- dom , and the joy of faith ; her truth is pure gold , her time is right precious , her word is ...
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Page 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Page 345 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 159 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Page 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Page 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Page 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...