The British Poets, Volume 4Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... o'er her ten - week - stocks had hung ; Then down the stairs by twos and threes she sprung , And through the passage like a burglar darted . - Alas ! how sanguine are the fond and young – She little thought , when with the coin she ...
... o'er her ten - week - stocks had hung ; Then down the stairs by twos and threes she sprung , And through the passage like a burglar darted . - Alas ! how sanguine are the fond and young – She little thought , when with the coin she ...
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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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... o'er the blinds venetian , To see the sphere so troubled with repletion . " The Moon ! " he cried , and an electric spasm Seemed all at once his features to distort , And fixed his mouth , a dumb and gaping chasm His faculties benumbed ...
... o'er the blinds venetian , To see the sphere so troubled with repletion . " The Moon ! " he cried , and an electric spasm Seemed all at once his features to distort , And fixed his mouth , a dumb and gaping chasm His faculties benumbed ...
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... o'er My hand is destined for another deed . But one last word wrung from its aching core , And my lone heart in silentness will bleed ; Alas ! it ought to take a life to tell ' tis That one last word that fare- fare - fare thee well ! A ...
... o'er My hand is destined for another deed . But one last word wrung from its aching core , And my lone heart in silentness will bleed ; Alas ! it ought to take a life to tell ' tis That one last word that fare- fare - fare thee well ! A ...
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... o'er , And thought of every sin ! Each flounder and plaice lay cold at his heart , As cold as his marble slab ; And he thought he felt in every part , The pincers of scalded crab . The squealing lobsters that he had boiled , And the ...
... o'er , And thought of every sin ! Each flounder and plaice lay cold at his heart , As cold as his marble slab ; And he thought he felt in every part , The pincers of scalded crab . The squealing lobsters that he had boiled , And the ...
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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.