Literary Frivolities, Fancies, Follies and FrolicsChatto and Windus, 1880 - 288 strán (strany) |
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William T. Dobson. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY VEIRI TAS FROM THE FUND OF CHARLES MINOT CLASS OF 1828 LITERARY FRIVOLITIES . Post Svo , cloth limp , 2s. 11445.41.
William T. Dobson. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY VEIRI TAS FROM THE FUND OF CHARLES MINOT CLASS OF 1828 LITERARY FRIVOLITIES . Post Svo , cloth limp , 2s. 11445.41.
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William T. Dobson. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY VERI TAS FROM THE FUND OF CHARLES MINOT CLASS OF 1828 LITERARY FRIVOLITIES . Post Svo , cloth limp , 2s. 11445.41.
William T. Dobson. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY VERI TAS FROM THE FUND OF CHARLES MINOT CLASS OF 1828 LITERARY FRIVOLITIES . Post Svo , cloth limp , 2s. 11445.41.
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... , where a head of Charles I. was drawn in minute char- acters , so fine as to resemble the lines of an engraving , but which , when closely examined , was found to be the Book of Psalms , the Creed 14 INTRODUCTION . .
... , where a head of Charles I. was drawn in minute char- acters , so fine as to resemble the lines of an engraving , but which , when closely examined , was found to be the Book of Psalms , the Creed 14 INTRODUCTION . .
Strana 45
... Albert . XTRAVANGANZA XTRAORDINARY . Charles X. , x - king of France , was xtravagantly xtolled , but is xceedingly xecrated . He xhibited xtraordinary xcellence in xigency ; he was xemplary in xternals , ALLITERATION , 45 135.
... Albert . XTRAVANGANZA XTRAORDINARY . Charles X. , x - king of France , was xtravagantly xtolled , but is xceedingly xecrated . He xhibited xtraordinary xcellence in xigency ; he was xemplary in xternals , ALLITERATION , 45 135.
Strana 111
... Charles G. Leland are of a very humorous nature , and many are also in a certain degree macaronic - in so far , at least , that they combine two languages . They are written in the curious broken English spoken by many thousands of ...
... Charles G. Leland are of a very humorous nature , and many are also in a certain degree macaronic - in so far , at least , that they combine two languages . They are written in the curious broken English spoken by many thousands of ...
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Strana 152 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Strana 177 - A combination and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
Strana 39 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strana 158 - FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart ; I a slave in thy dominions ; Nature must give way to art. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, See my weary days consuming, All beneath yon flowery rocks.
Strana 149 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Strana 265 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Strana 274 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Strana 155 - And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live ? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
Strana 280 - Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his ox, if you love me as I love you no knife can cut our love in two.
Strana 274 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.