Flowers for All SeasonsPartridge, 1854 - 312 Seiten |
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... An inquiry took place , and I was discovered to be the author of the out- rage . I did not attempt to deny it- I did not seek an excuse to palliate my conduct - the deed was done - I felt no compunction , and cared THE FRATRICIDE . 19.
... An inquiry took place , and I was discovered to be the author of the out- rage . I did not attempt to deny it- I did not seek an excuse to palliate my conduct - the deed was done - I felt no compunction , and cared THE FRATRICIDE . 19.
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John Bolton Rogerson. was done - I felt no compunction , and cared not for the consequences . A general expression of indignation followed the discovery . The master did not punish me by corporeal chastisement . No punishment which he ...
John Bolton Rogerson. was done - I felt no compunction , and cared not for the consequences . A general expression of indignation followed the discovery . The master did not punish me by corporeal chastisement . No punishment which he ...
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... felt as though I were the sole dark and unlovely thing that defaced the landscape . I was young in years , but already steeped in sin , and bitter thoughts , such as I have often since felt - but , oh , a hundredfold in bitterness ...
... felt as though I were the sole dark and unlovely thing that defaced the landscape . I was young in years , but already steeped in sin , and bitter thoughts , such as I have often since felt - but , oh , a hundredfold in bitterness ...
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... felt that it was a profanation of the goodness and glory of God , to meditate the destruction of one of his creatures , on a morn like that ; but , alas ! for what men call honour , I felt myself bound to proceed with my 38 FLOWERS FOR ...
... felt that it was a profanation of the goodness and glory of God , to meditate the destruction of one of his creatures , on a morn like that ; but , alas ! for what men call honour , I felt myself bound to proceed with my 38 FLOWERS FOR ...
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... felt his death was rapidly ap- proaching . I grasped his hand , but it lay power- less within mine , and his eyes closed as if for ever . The bloody deed I had committed was now in all its horrors before me , and I repented the more ...
... felt his death was rapidly ap- proaching . I grasped his hand , but it lay power- less within mine , and his eyes closed as if for ever . The bloody deed I had committed was now in all its horrors before me , and I repented the more ...
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Flowers for All Seasons [Stories, Essays and Poems] John Bolton Rogerson Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alloway Alloway Kirk amongst appeared beautiful became beheld bells Ben Jonson breath bright brother Burns Burns's called cheek cheer companions Comus cottage Countess of Tripoli dark daugh dead dear death delight dream dwelling earth existence eyes fair father feel felt flowers gaze gentle gipsy glad hand happy harvest hath heard heart heaven Helvellyn hour of musing JOHN BOLTON Kirk knew lady land light Lilias Young LINLITHGOW PALACE lips listened live look memory merry Milton mind morning mother never night o'er once Paradise Lost Paradise Regained parents passed Peel Castle poem poet poetry ramble Robert Burns scene seemed Shakspere Shakspere's Shanter sighs sister smile song soul sound spirit Stephen Gray sweet Tam o'Shanter tears thee thine thou wert thought tones Tynwald village voice wandering whilst wife wild wish words Wordsworth youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 236 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 250 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Seite 187 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Seite 150 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Seite 236 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 234 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth ; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral ; easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting ; whatever images it can supply are long ago exhausted ; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind. When Cowley tells of Hervey, that they studied together, it is easy to suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours...
Seite 34 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 158 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi...
Seite 235 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Seite 250 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.