Papyrus Leaves: Poems, Stories, and Essays ...William Fearing Gill R. Worthington, 1880 - 383 páginas |
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asked Baron Rougegorge Baroness beauty blossoms breakfast breath called cheek church cried d'Entremont darkness death delighted door duty E. M. Wimperis eyes face fancies father feel friends Gabriele gave genius gossips guests hair hand Hanenstein happiness heard heart Henry Stevens honor horse hour hyacinths Janet John Raeburn John Wentworth Joseph Guarnerius knew lady LADY WENTWORTH letter Lewis light lips lived looked Marc Marquis mind Monsieur morning Moses MUSCADINES Narwhale nature never night Ole Bull once passion perhaps play Polacca Portsmouth Priscilla Raeburn remember rose seemed side sing Slabtown smile soon dead soul spoke STAR OF BETHLEHEM stood strange summer sweet tell things Thomas Moran Thorwaldsen thought tone took turned Valentinois violin Virginians voice wait Walden Pond walked Wentworth Whig wife woman words young
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Página 399 - Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, '"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Página 86 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Página 36 - I hearing get, who had but ears, And sight, who had but eyes before; I moments live, who lived but years, And truth discern, who knew but learning's lore.
Página 38 - His soul was made for the noblest society; he had in a short life exhausted the capabilities of this world; wherever there is knowledge, wherever there is virtue, wherever there is beauty, he will find a home.
Página 17 - I see again, as one in vision sees, The blossoms and the bees, And hear the children's voices shout and call, And the brown chestnuts fall. I see the smithy, with its fires aglow, I hear the bellows blow, And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat The iron white with heat And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than threescore years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes...
Página 402 - ... whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Página 107 - As shadows, cast by cloud and sun, Flit o'er the summer grass, So, in thy sight, Almighty One, Earth's generations pass. 2 And as the years, an endless host, Come swiftly pressing on, The brightest names that earth can boast Just glisten and are gone.
Página 264 - Liverpool is the most detestable place as a residence that ever my lot was cast in, — smoky, noisy, dirty, pestilential ; and the consulate is situated in the most detestable part of the city. The streets swarm with beggars by day and by night. You never saw the like ; and I pray that you may never see it in America. It is worth while coming across the sea in order to feel one's heart warm towards his own country ; and I feel it all the more because it is plain to be seen that a great many of the...
Página 262 - American without some months' practice would undertake the duty. Of the two, I would rather displace the vice-consul than the second clerk, who does a great amount of labor, and has a remarkable variety of talent, whereas the old gentleman, though perfect in his own track, is nothing outside of it. I will not part with either of these men unless compelled to do so; and I don't think old Lord Massey3 can compel me.
Página 12 - Roll back the tide of Time. I see again, as one in vision sees, The blossoms and the bees, And hear the children's voices shout and call And the brown chestnuts fall. I see the smithy with its fires aglow, I hear the bellows blow, And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat The iron white with heat! And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three score years and ten Brought back my youth again.