Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 61867 |
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Page 40
... dost soar , and soaring ever singest . In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun , O'er which clouds are bright'ning , Thou dost float and run , Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun . The pale purple even Melts around thy ...
... dost soar , and soaring ever singest . In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun , O'er which clouds are bright'ning , Thou dost float and run , Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun . The pale purple even Melts around thy ...
Page 68
... dost bear the arrow in thy heart . The scene was changed . Beside the block a sullen headsman stood , And gleam'd the broad axe in his hand , that soon must drip with blood . With slow and steady step there came a lady through the hall ...
... dost bear the arrow in thy heart . The scene was changed . Beside the block a sullen headsman stood , And gleam'd the broad axe in his hand , that soon must drip with blood . With slow and steady step there came a lady through the hall ...
Page 104
... Dost think thyself beyond the reach of mischief ? Beware , Mayken ! thine hour is fast approaching ! " Others thronged around the balustrade , shouting , " Vivent les Gueulx ! " and hoarsely commanding the image to join in the beggars ...
... Dost think thyself beyond the reach of mischief ? Beware , Mayken ! thine hour is fast approaching ! " Others thronged around the balustrade , shouting , " Vivent les Gueulx ! " and hoarsely commanding the image to join in the beggars ...
Page 113
... proud day When thou , a barefoot monk , didst bow full low For alms , my heedless hand hath flung to thee . Thou dost not know me ! ( Approaching him . ) Prior . Mine eyes are dim with age - but VI , 8 A Scene from Bertram . 113.
... proud day When thou , a barefoot monk , didst bow full low For alms , my heedless hand hath flung to thee . Thou dost not know me ! ( Approaching him . ) Prior . Mine eyes are dim with age - but VI , 8 A Scene from Bertram . 113.
Page 114
... dost ( all changed as thou art ) Some desperate burst of passion will betray thee , And end in mortal scathe- ( A pause . ) Why dost thou gaze on with such fixed eyes ? Ber . What sayest thou ? I dreamed I stood before Lord Aldobrand ...
... dost ( all changed as thou art ) Some desperate burst of passion will betray thee , And end in mortal scathe- ( A pause . ) Why dost thou gaze on with such fixed eyes ? Ber . What sayest thou ? I dreamed I stood before Lord Aldobrand ...
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Page 134 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 137 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 159 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Page 133 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 188 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 135 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 138 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 171 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Page 41 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 77 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...