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Seite 161 - But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many Nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's songs— With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Seite 185 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Seite 94 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Seite 140 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : ' My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer, My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone, The hand of Douglas is his own; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Seite 300 - gainst me, I am not moved with: if it gave them meat, Or got them clothes, 'tis well; that was their end. Only amongst them, I am sorry for Some better natures, by the rest so drawn, To run in that vile line.
Seite 112 - Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood ! EPIGRAM.
Seite 23 - At church, in silks and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumbered in her pew But when she shut her eyes.
Seite 91 - This thought, in my solitary wanderings, warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of liberty and independence, which I threw into a kind of Scottish ode, fitted to the air, that one might suppose to be the gallant Royal Scot's address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning.