The Casket: A Literary Present for YouthW. Marshall, 1834 - Всего страниц: 136 |
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... happy feeling came over me as I wandered through its paths , or strayed every now and then into its recesses , -to read the epitaphs by which the living sought to perpetuate the memory of the dead , to inhale the odours of the fresh ...
... happy feeling came over me as I wandered through its paths , or strayed every now and then into its recesses , -to read the epitaphs by which the living sought to perpetuate the memory of the dead , to inhale the odours of the fresh ...
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... happy are those who know there is a home beyond this house of clay ; a home , to which death is but the passport . ' " I listened , but neither strove to lessen nor increase the feeling which told him , too truly , he was not long for ...
... happy are those who know there is a home beyond this house of clay ; a home , to which death is but the passport . ' " I listened , but neither strove to lessen nor increase the feeling which told him , too truly , he was not long for ...
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... happy ; for the prosperity that had continued for nearly half a cen- tury appeared almost certain to be uninterrupted during the remainder of his days . His wife had been some years dead ; and of a once numerous fa- mily , two only ...
... happy ; for the prosperity that had continued for nearly half a cen- tury appeared almost certain to be uninterrupted during the remainder of his days . His wife had been some years dead ; and of a once numerous fa- mily , two only ...
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... happy home and repair to Wexford . " God bless you ! my only boy , " sobbed his old father ; " it's like spilling one's own blood , to fight against one's neighbours ; but , God bless you , boy ! do your duty , as your father did before ...
... happy home and repair to Wexford . " God bless you ! my only boy , " sobbed his old father ; " it's like spilling one's own blood , to fight against one's neighbours ; but , God bless you , boy ! do your duty , as your father did before ...
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... happy heart , the day - spring of my existence , she is queen of these party - coloured revels ! Pardon my emotion , Miss St. Maur , " he continued , struggling to subdue his feelings , " it is in vain that I strive to be the cold and ...
... happy heart , the day - spring of my existence , she is queen of these party - coloured revels ! Pardon my emotion , Miss St. Maur , " he continued , struggling to subdue his feelings , " it is in vain that I strive to be the cold and ...
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Alboin amiable beauty beneath benefit birth Bisset bitter bless blushing breath bright brow canton Ceasaria charms cheek child Corish cried curtesied daughter dead dear death difference of level distance doubt E'en earth Emmeline father feel fled flowers gazed gentle girl give grave grief hand happy heard heart heaven Holborn Bars hour husband Inglis Jacopa Lady Selima Murray leave length LENOX light live Lombards lonely looked LORD BYRON Mary Maur mind Miss St Morven Fitzgerald mother mountain mourn murmured Neath never o'er old English Gentleman once palanquin passion peaceful Peredeo poor Reign of Terror rose scene Scullabogue shade sigh sight silence Sir Thomas SIR WALTER SCOTT smile sorrow soul spirit spot sweet tears thine think of thee thou Verona wandering wept Wexford wife wild woman Xenophon YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Стр. 32 - Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste — Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! A DREAM.
Стр. 120 - With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain. Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarred by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on, As if our faint approach to meet ; The sight renerved my courser's feet.
Стр. 30 - The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, — The majesty of Darkness shall Receive my parting ghost! This spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark! No ! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By him recall'd to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robb'd the grave of Victory, — And took the sting from Death...
Стр. 71 - Even now what affections the violet awakes; What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks, In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And...
Стр. 30 - Even I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips, that speak thy dirge of death, — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost!
Стр. 30 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Стр. 52 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea ; And, having swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.
Стр. 118 - Prejudice," of which it has been truly said, that it has the singular ability of accommodating itself to all the possible varieties of the human mind. Some passions and vices are but thinly scattered among mankind, and find only here and there a fitness of reception. But prejudice, like the spider, makes every where its home.
Стр. 31 - Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood, With dauntless words and high, That shook the sere leaves from the wood, As if a storm passed by...
Стр. 56 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.