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... . 10. He rests upon her lap now life is past . 7 . C. S. " There is a glorious city in the sea . " " He whose boast it was , That the grass grew not where his horse had trod . " 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 4 ACROSTICS.
... . 10. He rests upon her lap now life is past . 7 . C. S. " There is a glorious city in the sea . " " He whose boast it was , That the grass grew not where his horse had trod . " 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 4 ACROSTICS.
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... maid , of royal Anglian race . 8 . A city's assurance . The country's allurance . B. T. We boast no brilliant colours , but one of us is sweet ; In gardens old and quiet fields you'll find us at your feet . 1. By a lady this house was ...
... maid , of royal Anglian race . 8 . A city's assurance . The country's allurance . B. T. We boast no brilliant colours , but one of us is sweet ; In gardens old and quiet fields you'll find us at your feet . 1. By a lady this house was ...
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... her lap now life is past . C. S. 7 . " There is a glorious city in the sea . " " He whose boast it was , That the grass grew not where his horse had trod . " I 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 4 ACROSTICS 6. ...
... her lap now life is past . C. S. 7 . " There is a glorious city in the sea . " " He whose boast it was , That the grass grew not where his horse had trod . " I 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 4 ACROSTICS 6. ...
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... maid , of royal Anglian race . 8 . A city's assurance . The country's allurance . B. T. We boast no brilliant colours , but one of us is sweet ; In gardens old and quiet fields you'll find us at your feet . 1. By a lady this house was ...
... maid , of royal Anglian race . 8 . A city's assurance . The country's allurance . B. T. We boast no brilliant colours , but one of us is sweet ; In gardens old and quiet fields you'll find us at your feet . 1. By a lady this house was ...
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... advise you to rest . 11 . E. S. Yesterday all dull and lifeless , -but a thing of life to - day , Flaunting in the golden sunlight , basking in its cheerful ray ; 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 6 ACROSTICS.
... advise you to rest . 11 . E. S. Yesterday all dull and lifeless , -but a thing of life to - day , Flaunting in the golden sunlight , basking in its cheerful ray ; 1. A maid disguised ; a stringed instrument . 2. 6 ACROSTICS.
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Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various ... Acrostics Affichage du livre entier - 1865 |
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ancient Arqua Art thou battle beauty behold beneath biped brave breath breeze bright brow cheek colours coursers crown cruel dark daughter dead dear doth dread earth eyes fair falchion fame fear flower gallant Gaul gaze glory gold golden grace hand hath head hear heart heaven hero holy king lady land light look lover lyre maid maiden mighty mind monarch ne'er never night North Devon nought numbers nymph o'er once pale plain pray queen race renown rest rock Rome round royal Scotland Second Shanter shine shore sing sleep soft song soul sound Spain stars steed strife stringed instrument Suabian sure sweet sword tell thee thine thing thirsty ears thou town tree TRIPLE ACROSTIC Twas Twill waters wave weary ween weep wild wind wing word youth
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Page 174 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 237 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Page 168 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Page 207 - Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 171 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed...
Page 174 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 178 - ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Page 207 - This day is called the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 205 - What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 194 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile; The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, A new creation rescued from his reign.