The Literary Remains of the Late Willis Gaylord Clark: Including the Ollapodiana Papers, the Spirit of Life, and a Selection from His Various Prose and Poetical Writings, Volume 56;Volume 276Burgess, Stringer & Company, 1844 - 480 páginas |
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... water from his pen . In happy words , and forms of speech , he was lord of the ascendant . I do confess myself his warm admirer ; and I deplore his exit , not as one who grieves without hope : for though he is lost to lands be- low the ...
... water from his pen . In happy words , and forms of speech , he was lord of the ascendant . I do confess myself his warm admirer ; and I deplore his exit , not as one who grieves without hope : for though he is lost to lands be- low the ...
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... waters of serener years . We hear the chimes of Sabbath bells , the voices of the choir , and the pealing of that delicious organ , whose diapason was rapture , whose triumphant harmony kindled the soul . Associations of Bethlehem and ...
... waters of serener years . We hear the chimes of Sabbath bells , the voices of the choir , and the pealing of that delicious organ , whose diapason was rapture , whose triumphant harmony kindled the soul . Associations of Bethlehem and ...
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... waters , and taste the fragrance which sweeps over the town from the flowering trees in yonder fashionable square . ' If there is any positive enjoyment on earth , one gets an inkling of it , on a spring day , when his heart is not worn ...
... waters , and taste the fragrance which sweeps over the town from the flowering trees in yonder fashionable square . ' If there is any positive enjoyment on earth , one gets an inkling of it , on a spring day , when his heart is not worn ...
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... water . John Woodvil . Because your poet hath an internal wine richer than lip- para or canaries , yet uncrushed from any grapes of earth , unpressed in mortal wine - presses . Lovel . What may be the name of this wine ? John . It hath ...
... water . John Woodvil . Because your poet hath an internal wine richer than lip- para or canaries , yet uncrushed from any grapes of earth , unpressed in mortal wine - presses . Lovel . What may be the name of this wine ? John . It hath ...
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... waters , which rise and tumble in mad confusion through a wide radius of storm ; the clouds , like gloomy curtains , are lifting from afar . The sails are rent ; the tackle disparts ; broken cordage streams and whistles to the tem- pest ...
... waters , which rise and tumble in mad confusion through a wide radius of storm ; the clouds , like gloomy curtains , are lifting from afar . The sails are rent ; the tackle disparts ; broken cordage streams and whistles to the tem- pest ...
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Página 92 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 362 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Página 247 - But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
Página 15 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Página 236 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 222 - Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer...
Página 128 - Behold, yonder is that Shunammite: run now, I pray thee, to meet her, and say unto her, Is it well with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it well with the child ? And she answered, It is well.
Página 130 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away...
Página 14 - Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. '«) And think not much of my delay; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed.
Página 69 - No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.