Lillian and Other PoemsRedfield, 1852 - 290 pages |
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... TREE .. 57 THE TROUBADOUR . 71 THE LEGEND OF THE TEUFEL - HAUS ... 121 EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS : I. THE VICAR .. II . 131 QUINCE .. 135 III . THE BELLE OF THE BALL .. 139 A FRAGMENT OF A BALLAD ... 143 THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT FOR ...
... TREE .. 57 THE TROUBADOUR . 71 THE LEGEND OF THE TEUFEL - HAUS ... 121 EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS : I. THE VICAR .. II . 131 QUINCE .. 135 III . THE BELLE OF THE BALL .. 139 A FRAGMENT OF A BALLAD ... 143 THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT FOR ...
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... tree . No one till now , had found , I trow , Any thing good in the scented youth , Who had taken much pains to be rid of his brains , Before they were sought by the dragon's tooth . He came on the Sheriff of Hereford , As he sat him ...
... tree . No one till now , had found , I trow , Any thing good in the scented youth , Who had taken much pains to be rid of his brains , Before they were sought by the dragon's tooth . He came on the Sheriff of Hereford , As he sat him ...
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... , And a clearer breath in the air around , And a purer life in the gay sunbeam , And a tremulous murmur in every tree , And a motionless sleep on the quiet sea ? And have you not lingered , lingered still , All LILLIAN . 29.
... , And a clearer breath in the air around , And a purer life in the gay sunbeam , And a tremulous murmur in every tree , And a motionless sleep on the quiet sea ? And have you not lingered , lingered still , All LILLIAN . 29.
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... tree : And the Baroness said , and the Baron swore , There never was knight so shy before ! It was almost the first of May : The sun all smiles had passed away ; The moon was beautifully bright ; Earth , heaven , as usual in such cases ...
... tree : And the Baroness said , and the Baron swore , There never was knight so shy before ! It was almost the first of May : The sun all smiles had passed away ; The moon was beautifully bright ; Earth , heaven , as usual in such cases ...
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... tree , And there he lay , in a sunny cave , On the margin of the tranquil wave , Half deaf with that infernal din , And wet , poor fellow , to the skin . He looked to the left and he looked to the right- Why hastened he not , the noble ...
... tree , And there he lay , in a sunny cave , On the margin of the tranquil wave , Half deaf with that infernal din , And wet , poor fellow , to the skin . He looked to the left and he looked to the right- Why hastened he not , the noble ...
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Page 133 - And nothings for Sylvanus Urban. He did not think all mischief fair, Although he had a knack of joking ; He did not make himself a bear, Although he had a taste for smoking ; And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all his learning, That if a man's belief is bad, It will not be improved by burning.
Page 132 - re expected." Up rose the Reverend Doctor Brown, Up rose the Doctor's "winsome marrow;" The lady laid her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow : Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or Papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner.
Page 183 - No!" He must walk like a god of old story, Come down from the home of his rest; He must smile like the sun in his glory, On the buds he loves ever the best ; And, oh ! from its ivory portal, Like music his soft speech must flow ! — If he speak, smile, or walk like a mortal, My own Araminta, say "No!
Page 140 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them for the Sunday Journal. My mother laughed : I soon found out That ancient ladies have no feeling ; My father frowned, but how should gout See any happiness in...
Page 170 - Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some — before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for Liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Without the fear of sessions; Charles Medlar...
Page 134 - Alack the change! in vain I look For haunts in which my boyhood trifled,— The level lawn, the trickling brook, The trees I climbed, the beds I rifled...
Page 141 - Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading; She botanized ; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading; She warbled Handel ; it was grand — She made the Catalan!
Page 185 - Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; — I know you're a terrible rover ; But, Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown ; But, Clarence...
Page 139 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Page 132 - Vicar. His talk was like a stream, which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses: It slipped from politics to puns, It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels, or shoeing horses.