Little Classics, Bind 13Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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Side 17
... pale artist plies the sickly trade ; Here while the proud their long - drawn pomps display , There the black gibbet glooms beside the way . The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign Here , richly deckt , admits the gorgeous train ...
... pale artist plies the sickly trade ; Here while the proud their long - drawn pomps display , There the black gibbet glooms beside the way . The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign Here , richly deckt , admits the gorgeous train ...
Side 49
... pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight : And thus together , — yet apart , Fettered in hand , but joined in heart , ' Twas still some solace , in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth , To hearken to each other's ...
... pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight : And thus together , — yet apart , Fettered in hand , but joined in heart , ' Twas still some solace , in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth , To hearken to each other's ...
Side 62
... pale beneath the setting sun ; And ' mid the dead and dying were some grown old in wars , - The death - wound on their gallant breasts , the last of many scars ; And some were young , and suddenly beheld life's morn decline , - And one ...
... pale beneath the setting sun ; And ' mid the dead and dying were some grown old in wars , - The death - wound on their gallant breasts , the last of many scars ; And some were young , and suddenly beheld life's morn decline , - And one ...
Side 64
... field , with bloody corses strewn ; Yes , calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine , As it shone on distant Bingen , -fair Bingen on the Rhine . O'CONNOR'S CHILD . BY THOMAS CAMPBELL . I. H ! 61 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... field , with bloody corses strewn ; Yes , calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine , As it shone on distant Bingen , -fair Bingen on the Rhine . O'CONNOR'S CHILD . BY THOMAS CAMPBELL . I. H ! 61 LITTLE CLASSICS .
Side 65
... , The lady in the desert dwelt ; And yet no wrongs nor fear she felt . Say , why should dwell in place so wild , O'Connor's pale and lovely child ? E II . Sweet lady she no more inspires Green Erin's. O'CONNOR'S CHILD Thomas Campbell 93.
... , The lady in the desert dwelt ; And yet no wrongs nor fear she felt . Say , why should dwell in place so wild , O'Connor's pale and lovely child ? E II . Sweet lady she no more inspires Green Erin's. O'CONNOR'S CHILD Thomas Campbell 93.
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Side 27 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Side 10 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst, these humble bowers to lay me down...
Side 151 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting: " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Side 207 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 36 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Side 13 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Side 8 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Side 34 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud ; And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud The moon was at its edge.
Side 12 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Side 149 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking