The poetical works of Valentine Verity: ed. [or rather written] by S.W. Leonard1867 |
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... knew full well ' Twas of no use to any but the owner . None else could wield it - such a slashing weapon ! A very Sampson's jaw - bone of an ass , Slaying follies like Philistinés , a heap on . Exposing their deforms as in a glass , And ...
... knew full well ' Twas of no use to any but the owner . None else could wield it - such a slashing weapon ! A very Sampson's jaw - bone of an ass , Slaying follies like Philistinés , a heap on . Exposing their deforms as in a glass , And ...
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... Knew nought of the affairs of a great nation . Whose wide possessions " the bright sun ne'er sets on . ” XCVI . His iron money , and his want of commerce , And want of comforts too , whate'er he boasts , Were evils , in our English eyes ...
... Knew nought of the affairs of a great nation . Whose wide possessions " the bright sun ne'er sets on . ” XCVI . His iron money , and his want of commerce , And want of comforts too , whate'er he boasts , Were evils , in our English eyes ...
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... knew . Sad recollection fill'd her mind with fears ; She sank upon her couch , and sought relief in tears . CXXXII . The carping critic says , " This is not new ! " Will he be kind enough to say what is ? We know that modern lovers must ...
... knew . Sad recollection fill'd her mind with fears ; She sank upon her couch , and sought relief in tears . CXXXII . The carping critic says , " This is not new ! " Will he be kind enough to say what is ? We know that modern lovers must ...
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... Knew nothing about steam - boats , nor balloons- Electric telegraphs - railroads to crush ye on ! Nor telescopes to show ye Saturn's moons . With wine , and singers , and a fair Circassian , Fine gardens , and gold dishes , cups and ...
... Knew nothing about steam - boats , nor balloons- Electric telegraphs - railroads to crush ye on ! Nor telescopes to show ye Saturn's moons . With wine , and singers , and a fair Circassian , Fine gardens , and gold dishes , cups and ...
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... knew no more than John o'Groats ; But still the question staggered him - he look'd With stedfast gaze upon the wily priest , His feelings rous'd , or hurt , to say the least : And , as he gazed , the burning tears ran down His ruddy ...
... knew no more than John o'Groats ; But still the question staggered him - he look'd With stedfast gaze upon the wily priest , His feelings rous'd , or hurt , to say the least : And , as he gazed , the burning tears ran down His ruddy ...
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Page 170 - And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.
Page 386 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Page 283 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Page 34 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 78 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
Page 288 - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce. From beds of raging fire to starve in ice...
Page 35 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Page 95 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 164 - And the LORD said unto Moses, The man shall be surely put to death: all the congregation shall stone him with stones without the camp. 36 And all the congregation brought him without the camp, and stoned him with stones, and he died : as the LORD commanded Moses.
Page 78 - Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.