The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman |
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... thoughts , Half prophecy , half poetry , and dreams Clearer than truth , and speculations wild That touched the secrets of your very soul . N. P. WILLIS - The Wife's Appeal . Z THE SIBYL , OR , 11472- NEW ORACLES FROM 28.
... thoughts , Half prophecy , half poetry , and dreams Clearer than truth , and speculations wild That touched the secrets of your very soul . N. P. WILLIS - The Wife's Appeal . Z THE SIBYL , OR , 11472- NEW ORACLES FROM 28.
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... Thoughts of Poets on the Poets , and will embrace every passage from that fascinating department of literature which can be gracefully woven into its pages . Here it will be seen how Milton rivals Shakspeare among his brethren , how ...
... Thoughts of Poets on the Poets , and will embrace every passage from that fascinating department of literature which can be gracefully woven into its pages . Here it will be seen how Milton rivals Shakspeare among his brethren , how ...
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... thought , A heart above all fickleness and change With its deep love unbought . Author of Christmas Bells . 8. You are not apt to fall in sudden love , Or sudden loathing , without further reason Than fancy's humorous promptings . FANNY ...
... thought , A heart above all fickleness and change With its deep love unbought . Author of Christmas Bells . 8. You are not apt to fall in sudden love , Or sudden loathing , without further reason Than fancy's humorous promptings . FANNY ...
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... thought is un- derstruck so rightly , As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above . MISS BARRETT - The Lady Geraldine . 10. A maiden meek , with solemn , steadfast eyes Full of eternal constancy and faith , And smiling lips ...
... thought is un- derstruck so rightly , As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above . MISS BARRETT - The Lady Geraldine . 10. A maiden meek , with solemn , steadfast eyes Full of eternal constancy and faith , And smiling lips ...
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... thought o ' sin Durst venture there an angel dwells Its borders a ' within . 12. A woman like a German clock , Still a - repairing . NICOLL . 13 . Love's Labor Lost . One never known to rove On gossip's errand , slanderous tales to bear ...
... thought o ' sin Durst venture there an angel dwells Its borders a ' within . 12. A woman like a German clock , Still a - repairing . NICOLL . 13 . Love's Labor Lost . One never known to rove On gossip's errand , slanderous tales to bear ...
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Page 245 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 230 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 103 - Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences...
Page 147 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 101 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Page 144 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Page 94 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 251 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 85 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Page 59 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.