The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, Band 2William Oxberry 1821 |
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... received into the service of the committee , and advertised by his own desire for the part of Shylock , in which accordingly he made his first appearance before a London audience , on the 26th of January , 1814. His success was ...
... received into the service of the committee , and advertised by his own desire for the part of Shylock , in which accordingly he made his first appearance before a London audience , on the 26th of January , 1814. His success was ...
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... receiving this Cup than I have pleasure in presenting it by the desire of the ladies and gentlemen whose names are inscribed upon it . Permit me to wish you long life , health , and happiness to enjoy it . " Mr. Kean then returned his ...
... receiving this Cup than I have pleasure in presenting it by the desire of the ladies and gentlemen whose names are inscribed upon it . Permit me to wish you long life , health , and happiness to enjoy it . " Mr. Kean then returned his ...
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... our company , who , on account of his information respecting the antidote , was received into the number of our friends . ( To be resumed . ) AN ANACREONTIC TALE . FROM THE FRENCH OF THE CHEVALIER 10 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE :
... our company , who , on account of his information respecting the antidote , was received into the number of our friends . ( To be resumed . ) AN ANACREONTIC TALE . FROM THE FRENCH OF THE CHEVALIER 10 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE :
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... received from their husband , and if they should have no place to which they may retire , they con- tinue in the jurte , subordinate to the wife's mother , and are entitled to a tenth of the cattle left by the husband . The Cossack ...
... received from their husband , and if they should have no place to which they may retire , they con- tinue in the jurte , subordinate to the wife's mother , and are entitled to a tenth of the cattle left by the husband . The Cossack ...
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... received from the ferryman on his return . - " General Stone told me another of his singularities ; that during the time he was engaged in the army in the American war , and from home , he had a plasterer to plaster a room for him , and ...
... received from the ferryman on his return . - " General Stone told me another of his singularities ; that during the time he was engaged in the army in the American war , and from home , he had a plasterer to plaster a room for him , and ...
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afterwards Ambassador answer appearance army Asem attended bashaw beautiful Bergancio better betwixt called Calypso castle ceremony Charmides CLITOPHON command cou'd court daughter death divers door Duke Duke of Montmorency Earl enemy exclaimed eyes father favour flowers France French Galatea gave gentleman George Cooke give GRIHASTHA hand happy head heard heart Helen Walker honour horse howbeit Kean KELI King knew lady Leucippe living look Lord manner marriage married master Melite Menelaus Monsieur nation nature never night observed occasion person poor present Prince Pygmalion Queen replied Resumed returned Richard Griffiths Scarnafigi sent servant shew shou'd Sir John Ayres slang-whangers smile soon Sosthenes soul spirit stranger sword talk tell thee Thersander thing Thomas Lucy thou thought told took TRIPOLI turned voice whereupon wife witness woman words wou'd young
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Seite 163 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Seite 163 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Seite 306 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 240 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Seite 241 - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Seite 375 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Seite 170 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 160 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Seite 171 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Seite 238 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.