Kottabos: College Miscellany, Issue 1; Issues 4-5W. McGee, 1869 |
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... Thee , when young spring first question'd winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw , To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping ...
... Thee , when young spring first question'd winter's sway , And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight , Thee on this bank he threw , To mark his victory . In this low vale , the promise of the year , Serene , thou openest to the nipping ...
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... thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil , these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend Quiet , though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O flowers , That never will in ...
... thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil , these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend Quiet , though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O flowers , That never will in ...
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... thee saile o'er the vast maine of death . Some cherubin thus as we passe shall play " Goe happy twins of love " : the courteous sea Shall smooth her wrinkled brow : the winds shall sleep , Or onely whisper musicke to the deepe . Every ...
... thee saile o'er the vast maine of death . Some cherubin thus as we passe shall play " Goe happy twins of love " : the courteous sea Shall smooth her wrinkled brow : the winds shall sleep , Or onely whisper musicke to the deepe . Every ...
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... thee . In thy halls , disguised in his shepherd's weeds , He endured for a while to stay , Through the upland rocks , To the feeding flocks , Piping the pastoral lay . And the spotted Lynx was tame With the joy of the mighty spell ; And ...
... thee . In thy halls , disguised in his shepherd's weeds , He endured for a while to stay , Through the upland rocks , To the feeding flocks , Piping the pastoral lay . And the spotted Lynx was tame With the joy of the mighty spell ; And ...
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College Miscellany. FROM RUFINUS . THIS wreath of beauteous flowers I send to thee , Woven by mine own hands , my Rhodocle ... thee that her eyes are red with weeping . A. P. G. GELLERT'S MONUMENT VON OESER . Als Gellert , der geliebte 27.
College Miscellany. FROM RUFINUS . THIS wreath of beauteous flowers I send to thee , Woven by mine own hands , my Rhodocle ... thee that her eyes are red with weeping . A. P. G. GELLERT'S MONUMENT VON OESER . Als Gellert , der geliebte 27.
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Page 138 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.
Page 114 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 8 - Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Page 8 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; To see those joys the sons of pleasure know Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.
Page 138 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Page 98 - My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 16 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.
Page 8 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And...
Page 8 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
Page 28 - 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 vanished 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.