The British Poets, Volume 4Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... dear , But distant from the city mapped by Mogg , Still saw his image in that silver sphere , Plain as the Man with lantern , bush , and dog , That used to set our ancestors a - gog . And so she told him in a pretty letter , That came ...
... dear , But distant from the city mapped by Mogg , Still saw his image in that silver sphere , Plain as the Man with lantern , bush , and dog , That used to set our ancestors a - gog . And so she told him in a pretty letter , That came ...
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... dear image thus recall ' — My image ? Mine ! She'd barter it away For Pretty Poll's on an Italian's tray ! Three weeks , full weeks , it is too plain - too bad- - Too gross and palpable ! Oh cursed day ! My senses have not crazed — but ...
... dear image thus recall ' — My image ? Mine ! She'd barter it away For Pretty Poll's on an Italian's tray ! Three weeks , full weeks , it is too plain - too bad- - Too gross and palpable ! Oh cursed day ! My senses have not crazed — but ...
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... dear at any price had she but paid Nothing and taken discount , it was dear ; Yet , worthless as it was , the sweet - lipped maid Oft kissed the letter in her brief career Between the lower and the upper sphere , Where , seated in a ...
... dear at any price had she but paid Nothing and taken discount , it was dear ; Yet , worthless as it was , the sweet - lipped maid Oft kissed the letter in her brief career Between the lower and the upper sphere , Where , seated in a ...
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... o'er The Mountains of the Moon ! " What matters where ? my world no longer owns That dear meridian spot from which I dated Degrees of distance , hemispheres , and zones , A globe all blank and barren and belated : What 16 LOVE AND LUNACY .
... o'er The Mountains of the Moon ! " What matters where ? my world no longer owns That dear meridian spot from which I dated Degrees of distance , hemispheres , and zones , A globe all blank and barren and belated : What 16 LOVE AND LUNACY .
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... dear Lorenzo the dear name drew 66 showers - ― Ours , " cried the mother , " pray don't call him ours ! " I never liked him , never , in my days ! " [ " O yes you did " said Ellen with a sob , ] " There always was a something in his ...
... dear Lorenzo the dear name drew 66 showers - ― Ours , " cried the mother , " pray don't call him ours ! " I never liked him , never , in my days ! " [ " O yes you did " said Ellen with a sob , ] " There always was a something in his ...
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Page 202 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 166 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 29 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While...
Page 162 - Com — com — I say ! You go away ! Into two parts my head you split — My fiddle cannot hear himself a bit, When I do play — You have no bis'ness in a place so still ! Can you not come another day?" Says he—
Page 260 - Till pots, and pans, and mighty kettles ring. 0 culinary Sage! (I do not mean the herb in use, That always goes along with goose,) How have I feasted on thy page ! " When like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn," Till midnight, when I went to bed, And clapped my tewah-diddle 1 on my head.
Page 54 - I'LL tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore : — Young Love likes to knock at a pretty girl's door : So he called upon Lucy — 'twas just ten o'clock — Like a spruce single man, with a smart double knock. Now, a handmaid, whatever her fingers be at, Will run like a puss when she hears a rat-tat- : So Lucy ran up — and in two seconds more Had questioned the stranger and answered the door.
Page 41 - TO THE REVIEWERS. What is a modern Poet's fate ? To write his thoughts upon a slate ; — The Critic spits on what is done, — Gives it a wipe, — and all is gone.