Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 61867 |
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... voice which made the prelates and monks to start and cross themselves- " Bishop , the man whom thou hast praised was a robber ! The very ground on which we are standing is mine , and is the site where my father's house stood . He took ...
... voice which made the prelates and monks to start and cross themselves- " Bishop , the man whom thou hast praised was a robber ! The very ground on which we are standing is mine , and is the site where my father's house stood . He took ...
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... voice ! " All is mad revelry and savage rout , Within , let smiles of cheerfulness and mirth Shed more than sunshine on the social hearth . Let youth and age each lend appropriate grace To the bright circle . May no vacant place Remind ...
... voice ! " All is mad revelry and savage rout , Within , let smiles of cheerfulness and mirth Shed more than sunshine on the social hearth . Let youth and age each lend appropriate grace To the bright circle . May no vacant place Remind ...
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... voice ; and through the hall it sends The signal note . We own the token , And farewell words are oft re - spoken : " Good night ! good night ! " from fond lips fall . How silent now the lonely hall ! ( By permission of the Author ...
... voice ; and through the hall it sends The signal note . We own the token , And farewell words are oft re - spoken : " Good night ! good night ! " from fond lips fall . How silent now the lonely hall ! ( By permission of the Author ...
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... voice he tries , Spreading a thicker palm - bough , Than others , o'er his eyes ; Yet still , in all his singing , Thinks highly of thy song Which , in his life's first springing , Sang to him all night long , And wishes it beside him ...
... voice he tries , Spreading a thicker palm - bough , Than others , o'er his eyes ; Yet still , in all his singing , Thinks highly of thy song Which , in his life's first springing , Sang to him all night long , And wishes it beside him ...
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... To drown a cracked bassoon . And nearer , nearer still , the tide Of music seems to come , There's something like a human voice And something like a drum ; You sit in speechless agony , Until your ear is The Music Grinders . 23.
... To drown a cracked bassoon . And nearer , nearer still , the tide Of music seems to come , There's something like a human voice And something like a drum ; You sit in speechless agony , Until your ear is The Music Grinders . 23.
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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...