The British Poets, Volume 4Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... hast done : And the sad epitaph of so much love Will eat into my heart , as if in stone : And all the lovers that around thee move , Will read my fate , and tremble for their own ; And strike upon their heartless breasts , and sigh ...
... hast done : And the sad epitaph of so much love Will eat into my heart , as if in stone : And all the lovers that around thee move , Will read my fate , and tremble for their own ; And strike upon their heartless breasts , and sigh ...
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... hast the most unequal legs ! Has one pair galloped , whilst the other trotted , Along with other brethren , leopard - spotted , O'er Afric sand , where ostriches lay eggs ? Sure thou wert caught in some hard up - hill chase , Those ...
... hast the most unequal legs ! Has one pair galloped , whilst the other trotted , Along with other brethren , leopard - spotted , O'er Afric sand , where ostriches lay eggs ? Sure thou wert caught in some hard up - hill chase , Those ...
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... Hast seen , perchance , unhappy white folks cooked , And then made free of negro corporations ! Poor wretches saved from cast - away three - deckers , By sooty wreckers From hungry waves to have a loss still drearier , To far exceed the ...
... Hast seen , perchance , unhappy white folks cooked , And then made free of negro corporations ! Poor wretches saved from cast - away three - deckers , By sooty wreckers From hungry waves to have a loss still drearier , To far exceed the ...
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... summer time , and sigh " O rus ! " Of city pleasures sick : My heart is all at pant to rest In greenwood shades - my eyes detest That endless meal of brick ! LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY . WELL hast thou 148 TOWN AND COUNTRY .
... summer time , and sigh " O rus ! " Of city pleasures sick : My heart is all at pant to rest In greenwood shades - my eyes detest That endless meal of brick ! LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY . WELL hast thou 148 TOWN AND COUNTRY .
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LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY . WELL hast thou cried , departed Burke , All chivalrous romantic work Is ended now and past ! --- That iron age which some have thought Of mettle rather overwrought Is now all overcast ! Aywhere are ...
LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY . WELL hast thou cried , departed Burke , All chivalrous romantic work Is ended now and past ! --- That iron age which some have thought Of mettle rather overwrought Is now all overcast ! Aywhere are ...
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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.