The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon1874 |
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... happy year ; And he died , and I could not weep - my own time seem'd so near . But I wish'd it had been God's will that I , too , then could have died : I began to be tired a little , and fain had slept at his side . And that was ten ...
... happy year ; And he died , and I could not weep - my own time seem'd so near . But I wish'd it had been God's will that I , too , then could have died : I began to be tired a little , and fain had slept at his side . And that was ten ...
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... happy year ; And he died , and I could not weep - my own time seem'd so near . But I wish'd it had been God's will that I , too , then could have died : I began to be tired a little , and fain had slept at his side . And that was ten ...
... happy year ; And he died , and I could not weep - my own time seem'd so near . But I wish'd it had been God's will that I , too , then could have died : I began to be tired a little , and fain had slept at his side . And that was ten ...
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... happy -God bless them ! and so am I. I see P.S.-Mr. Archer reappeared yesterday- looking quite well and comfortable ! clearly that , one day not distant , I shall be left lamenting - the solitary residuum of a Family in Love . ODE TO ...
... happy -God bless them ! and so am I. I see P.S.-Mr. Archer reappeared yesterday- looking quite well and comfortable ! clearly that , one day not distant , I shall be left lamenting - the solitary residuum of a Family in Love . ODE TO ...
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... happy , Larsen , " said the master : " the storm has felled the trees , and the birds have gone off to the woods ; there is nothing left from the good old days ; it is all gone , and we are very sorry for it . " The gardener said ...
... happy , Larsen , " said the master : " the storm has felled the trees , and the birds have gone off to the woods ; there is nothing left from the good old days ; it is all gone , and we are very sorry for it . " The gardener said ...
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... happy land , and all with innocent blood Defyld those sacred waves , it rightly hot The well of life , ne yet his vertues had forgot : For unto life the dead it could restore , And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away ; Those that ...
... happy land , and all with innocent blood Defyld those sacred waves , it rightly hot The well of life , ne yet his vertues had forgot : For unto life the dead it could restore , And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away ; Those that ...
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arms Bagamoyo beautiful better birds bless born breath Burgomaster called Calthorpe Street captain CASQUET cried daugh daughter dear death delight Demosthenes door earth Edward Delaney Elgiva Ermance eyes face fair father fear Feathertop feel fell Fenian flowers garden gentleman girl give hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven holy lance honour horse hour knew lady laugh Launceston light live look Lord Lothair Mark Lance Michaul mind morning Mother Rigby never night novel o'er old Lobbs once passed Philip James Bailey physiognomy pipe poet poor pretty Queen Renstern rose round scarecrow seemed side sister smile soon soul speak spirit stood sure sweet tears tell thee thing Thomas Hardie thou thought tion Tito told took trees truth turned Ujiji Unyanyembe voice walked wife word young Zanzibar
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Side 349 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Side 349 - Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. 'She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm* Of mute insensate things.
Side 18 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Side 9 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Side 141 - See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth! wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal - wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation - from these sins he is happily snatched away Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade. Death came with timely care...
Side 12 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Side 96 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Side 140 - Together with the cottage (a sorry antediluvian makeshift of a building, you may think it), what was of much more importance, a fine litter of new-farrowed pigs, no less than nine in number, perished.
Side 142 - He is all neighbours' fare. I am one of those who freely and ungrudgingly impart a share of the good things of this life which fall to their lot (few as mine are in this kind) to a friend. I protest I take as great an interest in my friend's pleasures, his relishes, and proper satisfactions, as in mine own. " Presents," I often say,
Side 63 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear ; Ne would esteem him act as mought behove Who should not honour'd eld with these revere ; For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.