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Page 323 - Their beds are made in the heavens high, Down at the foot of our good lord's knee, Weel set about wi' gillyflowers : , I wot sweet company for to see.
Page 177 - For God speaketh once, yea twice, Yet man perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, When deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed ; Then he openeth the ears of men, And sealeth their instruction, That he may withdraw man from his purpose, And hide pride from man.
Page 341 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Page 272 - Thine alabaster brow, thy cheek of brightness, Thy tresses in the breeze Floating their auburn, and thine eyes that made, So rich their blue, heaven's azure like a shade. Methinks even yet I feel thy timid fingers, With their bland pressure, thrilling bliss to mine : Methinks yet on my cheek thy breathing lingers, As, fondly leant to thine, I told how life all pleasureless would be, Green palm-tree of earth's desert wanting, thee. — Not yet, not yet, had Disappointment shrouded Youth's summer...
Page 298 - ... indeed. For when we come to define as narrowly as we can the distinctive, compelling quality of his emotion, we find that in addition to tenderness we need the word impulsive. Clare's most beautiful poetry is a gesture of impulsive tenderness. It has a curious suddenness, almost a catch in the voice. The very darkness smiles to wear The stars that show us God is there. We find, too, a still more authentic mark of the tenderness of impulsive love in his way of seeing his birds and beasts as ever...
Page 360 - COLOURED VIEWS on the LIVERPOOL and MANCHESTER RAILWAY, with Plates of the Coaches, Machines, &c. from drawings made on the spot by Mr. TT Bury.
Page 29 - Ticonderoga, consisted of nine hundred bateaux, and one hundred and thirty-five whale-boats, together with a sufficient number of rafts to convey the heavy stores and ammunition, and the artillery to cover the landing of the troops, in the neighborhood of the works first to be invested.
Page 161 - ... danger bound more strongly round their hearts, determined that no disgrace should tarnish their fair fame. Galeazzo and his band of patriots marched towards the enemy, and nearly the whole of them fell in the desperate struggle for liberty. They had, however, inspired their countrymen with fresh vigour, and the career of Napoleon was for a short time checked. The gallant conduct of Galeazzo, who still survived, pointed him out as a fit person to assume a higher command : a number of select and...
Page 272 - I listen, but for me not The deep, rich music streams Of that entrancing voice, which could bestow A zest to pleasure and a balm to woe : I miss thy smile, when morn's first light is bursting Through the green branches of the casement tree ; To list thy voice my lonely ear is thirsting, Beside the...
Page 274 - Less sweet by far than Sorrow shared with thee ! Yes ! vainly, foolishly, the vulgar reckon, That Happiness resides in outward shows : Contentment from the lowliest cot may beckon True Love to sweet repose; For genuine bliss can ne'er be far apart, When soul meets soul, and heart responds to heart. Farewell! let tyrannous Time roll on, estranging The eyes and heart from each familiar spot, Be fickle friendships with the seasons changing, So that thou changest not! I would not that the love, which...