The Carthusian, Issue 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... IV . The Burning of Moscow . The Skull , a Tale of a Few Years Since ............. The Rainbow An Opiate ..... The Ladies ' Petition The Duke of Brunswick and Mrs. Graham ........ ...... Song of the Wind ............ .. To the Ocean "
... IV . The Burning of Moscow . The Skull , a Tale of a Few Years Since ............. The Rainbow An Opiate ..... The Ladies ' Petition The Duke of Brunswick and Mrs. Graham ........ ...... Song of the Wind ............ .. To the Ocean "
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... Lady Page 177 ...... 211 213 222 230 232 ... 240 249 " " 259 270 ....... 272 ... 273 ... 275 276 284 ... 284 316 .... 317 335 339 340 357 .......... ........ 370 ....... 371 382 ...... 382 390 395 410 413 422 435 437 ...
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... ladies , as the finest pas- sage of the last Prize Poem of a particular friend , un- successful only because it was sent in too late , and you will be voted far nearer to Byron than your nonsense Latin verses will ever bring you to ...
... ladies , as the finest pas- sage of the last Prize Poem of a particular friend , un- successful only because it was sent in too late , and you will be voted far nearer to Byron than your nonsense Latin verses will ever bring you to ...
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Dinner passed off without any more accidents ; and when the ladies retired , Vulcan and Mars sat down to play at ecarté , at which the former proved the winner . Apollo drily remarked , having but just left his coach- box to join the ...
Dinner passed off without any more accidents ; and when the ladies retired , Vulcan and Mars sat down to play at ecarté , at which the former proved the winner . Apollo drily remarked , having but just left his coach- box to join the ...
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... ladies sport any kind of drink on the occasion ? " 66 ' Suppose we go and see , " said the King of Clubs ; so they marched off arm - in - arm towards an immense pitcher which stood on a side table : the attendant nymph instantly filled ...
... ladies sport any kind of drink on the occasion ? " 66 ' Suppose we go and see , " said the King of Clubs ; so they marched off arm - in - arm towards an immense pitcher which stood on a side table : the attendant nymph instantly filled ...
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Page 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Page 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Page 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Page 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Page 252 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Page 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.