The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, Volume 2William Oxberry 1821 |
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... given her those medicines which he ordered , she fell into a gentle slumber till morning . I sat up by her side the whole of the night , sleepless and in tears . " Alas ! sweet maid , " I murmured , " thou art chained even in thy sleep ...
... given her those medicines which he ordered , she fell into a gentle slumber till morning . I sat up by her side the whole of the night , sleepless and in tears . " Alas ! sweet maid , " I murmured , " thou art chained even in thy sleep ...
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... given to Leu- cippe ? -Wherefore is she now insane ? " Upon which , ter- rified at my manner , he confessed all , and confirmed Cha- rea's account . Chærea then returned , in company with the man whom he had mentioned . I immediately ...
... given to Leu- cippe ? -Wherefore is she now insane ? " Upon which , ter- rified at my manner , he confessed all , and confirmed Cha- rea's account . Chærea then returned , in company with the man whom he had mentioned . I immediately ...
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... vain that Thalia represented to him that this mask was the mark of her divinity . " When you have given it to me , " replied the boy , " it will be the mark of your affection for me ; which do you like best ? " 12 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE ;
... vain that Thalia represented to him that this mask was the mark of her divinity . " When you have given it to me , " replied the boy , " it will be the mark of your affection for me ; which do you like best ? " 12 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE ;
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... their hymns , and not one of them had her distinguishing attribute . Melpomene had given her poignard to the child , and , fearing that he might hurt himself with it , she had blunted the OR , ENCYCLOPÆDIA OF ANECDOTE . 13.
... their hymns , and not one of them had her distinguishing attribute . Melpomene had given her poignard to the child , and , fearing that he might hurt himself with it , she had blunted the OR , ENCYCLOPÆDIA OF ANECDOTE . 13.
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... given , by the authorities , to the army for its magnanimous defence of the town for upwards of twenty years past , that is , ever since the last war ! O , my friend , surely every thing in this country is on a great scale ! The ...
... given , by the authorities , to the army for its magnanimous defence of the town for upwards of twenty years past , that is , ever since the last war ! O , my friend , surely every thing in this country is on a great scale ! The ...
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Page 163 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Page 163 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 306 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 240 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Page 241 - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Page 375 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 170 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. 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 160 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Page 171 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 238 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.