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... LEAF .. I saw him once before , TO ALTHEA - FROM PRISON .. PAGE .BROOKS . 46 • HOLMES . 48 When Love , with unconfined wings , · LOVELACE . 50 50 TOM BOWLING ... . ...... . . DIBDIN 52 Here , a sheer hulk , lies poor Tom Bowling , LA ...
... LEAF .. I saw him once before , TO ALTHEA - FROM PRISON .. PAGE .BROOKS . 46 • HOLMES . 48 When Love , with unconfined wings , · LOVELACE . 50 50 TOM BOWLING ... . ...... . . DIBDIN 52 Here , a sheer hulk , lies poor Tom Bowling , LA ...
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... WITHER 246 · MCMASTER 247 .PRAED . 250 THE FADED VIOLET ...... . What thought is folded in thy leaves ! THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 252 O ! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM . 253 BYRON . CONTENTS . PAGE TO PRIMROSES . HERRICK .. 254 Why XX.
... WITHER 246 · MCMASTER 247 .PRAED . 250 THE FADED VIOLET ...... . What thought is folded in thy leaves ! THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 252 O ! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM . 253 BYRON . CONTENTS . PAGE TO PRIMROSES . HERRICK .. 254 Why XX.
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... LEAF . THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS ... THE AGE OF WISDOM .. JEANIE MORRISON . .. Parsons .. .Nast ... . Hoppin .. Anthony . 21 Anthony . 31 .Hennessy . Bobbett & Hooper ... .Anthony . 36 48 .Eytinge .. ..... Anthony ... 57 ..Eytinge ...
... LEAF . THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS ... THE AGE OF WISDOM .. JEANIE MORRISON . .. Parsons .. .Nast ... . Hoppin .. Anthony . 21 Anthony . 31 .Hennessy . Bobbett & Hooper ... .Anthony . 36 48 .Eytinge .. ..... Anthony ... 57 ..Eytinge ...
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... leaves ! Again thou hearest ? - Eternal passion ! Eternal pain ! MATTHEW ARNOLD . MUSIC . O LULL me , lull me , charming air ! My senses rock with wonder sweet ! Like snow on wool thy fallings are ; Soft , like a spirit's , are thy feet ...
... leaves ! Again thou hearest ? - Eternal passion ! Eternal pain ! MATTHEW ARNOLD . MUSIC . O LULL me , lull me , charming air ! My senses rock with wonder sweet ! Like snow on wool thy fallings are ; Soft , like a spirit's , are thy feet ...
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... leaves are open and spread . But I see the teeth of the land , And hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and ...
... leaves are open and spread . But I see the teeth of the land , And hands like a dead man's hand , And the eyes of a dead man's head . There's nothing but cinders and sand ; The rat and the mouse have fed , And the summer's empty and ...
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - 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 "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.