Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.)Derby & Jackson, 1857 - 225 pages |
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... novel . " This unfortunate avowal was the rose - leaf which caused the cup of his indignation to overflow . " If it had been a case of cholera , " commenced Barescythe , with visible emotion , " or the measles PROLOGUE . 19.
... novel . " This unfortunate avowal was the rose - leaf which caused the cup of his indignation to overflow . " If it had been a case of cholera , " commenced Barescythe , with visible emotion , " or the measles PROLOGUE . 19.
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... leaves . The clouds were haggard faces , and the wind wailed like a broken heart . Indeed , “ The melancholy days had come , The saddest of the year , " A and Mrs. Muggins had made a fire in my grate ! Blessings on him who invented fire ...
... leaves . The clouds were haggard faces , and the wind wailed like a broken heart . Indeed , “ The melancholy days had come , The saddest of the year , " A and Mrs. Muggins had made a fire in my grate ! Blessings on him who invented fire ...
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... leaves . Two sickly leaves for me , and the world alive with vernal things ! Spring , thou Queen of the Twelve ! Dainty , dewy Spring- " Give me a golden pen , and let me lean On heaped - up flowers , " when I write of thee ! Thy breath ...
... leaves . Two sickly leaves for me , and the world alive with vernal things ! Spring , thou Queen of the Twelve ! Dainty , dewy Spring- " Give me a golden pen , and let me lean On heaped - up flowers , " when I write of thee ! Thy breath ...
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... leaves . The walks of the garden were white with pebbles brought from the sea - shore ; the dewy clover - beds , on each side , lay red with luscious strawberries , as if some one had sprinkled drops of fire over them ; and among the ...
... leaves . The walks of the garden were white with pebbles brought from the sea - shore ; the dewy clover - beds , on each side , lay red with luscious strawberries , as if some one had sprinkled drops of fire over them ; and among the ...
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... leaves . When Bell and Mortimer came up from the sea- beach , the moonlight , breaking through this leafy lattice , made the chamber as that of Abon Ben Ad- hem " like a lily in bloom . " Nanny brought a lamp , and kissed them good ...
... leaves . When Bell and Mortimer came up from the sea- beach , the moonlight , breaking through this leafy lattice , made the chamber as that of Abon Ben Ad- hem " like a lily in bloom . " Nanny brought a lamp , and kissed them good ...
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Page 134 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 90 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
Page 196 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 134 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Page 134 - Of fruits and flowers and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings ; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries And twilight saints and dim emblazonings, A shielded 'scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 130 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.
Page 91 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Page 90 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 130 - Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Page 134 - ST AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.