The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Bind 4Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... Clare castle ! ' Tis as vile a hole in the shape of a barrack- -as odious a combination of stone , mortar , and rough - cast , as ever the King - God bless him ! -put a regiment of the line into . There is most delightful fishing out of ...
... Clare castle ! ' Tis as vile a hole in the shape of a barrack- -as odious a combination of stone , mortar , and rough - cast , as ever the King - God bless him ! -put a regiment of the line into . There is most delightful fishing out of ...
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... Clare castle . I was very near calling out both Dawson and the colonel ; but Juliana requested me not , for her sake . Prudence came in time . Gauntlet would have brought me to a court - martial , and I should have gone back to Ballybeg ...
... Clare castle . I was very near calling out both Dawson and the colonel ; but Juliana requested me not , for her sake . Prudence came in time . Gauntlet would have brought me to a court - martial , and I should have gone back to Ballybeg ...
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... Clare Castle . My friends say that I have an easy way of appearing comfortable wherever I go , and that it at once makes people satisfied . In less than a minute Mr Hennessy let his nose go ; his wife wreathed her fat face into smiles ...
... Clare Castle . My friends say that I have an easy way of appearing comfortable wherever I go , and that it at once makes people satisfied . In less than a minute Mr Hennessy let his nose go ; his wife wreathed her fat face into smiles ...
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... Clare castle , if I like , " said I , " and no thanks to any one . Moreover by this and by that , and by every thing else , I am not in the humour , and I'll marry no one- good , bad , or indifferent - this blessed day . " Even this did ...
... Clare castle , if I like , " said I , " and no thanks to any one . Moreover by this and by that , and by every thing else , I am not in the humour , and I'll marry no one- good , bad , or indifferent - this blessed day . " Even this did ...
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... Clare Castle . Fraser's Magazine . TIME . TIME rolls his ceaseless course . The race of yore , Who danced our infancy upon their knee , And told our marvelling boyhood legend's store , Of their strange venture happed by land or sea ...
... Clare Castle . Fraser's Magazine . TIME . TIME rolls his ceaseless course . The race of yore , Who danced our infancy upon their knee , And told our marvelling boyhood legend's store , Of their strange venture happed by land or sea ...
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The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of ... Alexander Whitelaw Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
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Side 93 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Side 94 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Side 201 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Side 94 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Side 94 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Side 66 - 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.
Side 66 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death...
Side 200 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Side 287 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Side 287 - Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.