Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Bind 61867 |
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Side 19
... Young , nor ill - favour'd - Should not that content you ? I am your husband , and that must content you . Jul . I will go home ! [ Going , L. Duke . You are at home , already . [ Staying her . Jul . I'll not endure it ! -But remember ...
... Young , nor ill - favour'd - Should not that content you ? I am your husband , and that must content you . Jul . I will go home ! [ Going , L. Duke . You are at home , already . [ Staying her . Jul . I'll not endure it ! -But remember ...
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... young a genius . Here he studied Waller , Spenser , and Dryden , and , at the age of sixteen , wrote his " Pastorals , " which attracted the attention of the leading wits of the time . His " Essay on Criticism " was published in 1711 ...
... young a genius . Here he studied Waller , Spenser , and Dryden , and , at the age of sixteen , wrote his " Pastorals , " which attracted the attention of the leading wits of the time . His " Essay on Criticism " was published in 1711 ...
Side 34
... Young lady - deep in love with Tom or Harry— ' Tis sad to tell you such a tale as this : But here's the moral of it ; don't ye marry ; Or , marrying , take your lover as he is A very man , with something of the brute ( Unless he prove a ...
... Young lady - deep in love with Tom or Harry— ' Tis sad to tell you such a tale as this : But here's the moral of it ; don't ye marry ; Or , marrying , take your lover as he is A very man , with something of the brute ( Unless he prove a ...
Side 44
... young authors who think they are hardly done by lay the fact to heart and cease to despair ) did not com- mence authorship until he was turned fifty , and who yet made one of the greatest reputations of his day . The second , we need ...
... young authors who think they are hardly done by lay the fact to heart and cease to despair ) did not com- mence authorship until he was turned fifty , and who yet made one of the greatest reputations of his day . The second , we need ...
Side 52
... young girl came by , With her small tablets in her hand , and her satchel on her arm , Home she went bounding from the school , nor dreamed of shame or harm ; And past those dreaded axes she innocently ran , With bright , frank brow ...
... young girl came by , With her small tablets in her hand , and her satchel on her arm , Home she went bounding from the school , nor dreamed of shame or harm ; And past those dreaded axes she innocently ran , With bright , frank brow ...
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Adams arms ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beneath bless blood Blutwurst born brow Brown called cheek child church Covent Garden cried dark dear death deep dost dream duchy of Normandy Duke Eugenius Eurydice eyes fair Farewell father fire flowers Fred gaze hand hath head hear heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Fielding honour horse hour JOHN GAY JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY lady light lips little vulgar live look LORD AVONDALE Magyar MARTYR OF ANTIOCH morning mother never night o'er once passed Penny Readings pleasant poet rose round seemed Sir Eppo Sir Rupert smile song soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought took Trulliber Trunnion turned Twas Tyke voice vulgar boy walked wife wind words wretch Yorick young youth
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Side 134 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Side 137 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Side 159 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Side 133 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Side 188 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Side 135 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Side 138 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Side 171 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Side 41 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 77 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...