The Complete Poetical Works of Joanna BaillieCarey & Lea, 1832 - 574 halaman |
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Halaman 574 - Of right good will thy simple token. And thou must laugh, and wrestle too, A mimic warfare with me waging ! To make, as wily lovers do, Thy after kindness more engaging ! The wilding rose — sweet as thyself — And new-cropt daisies are thy treasure ; I'd gladly part with worldly pelf, To taste again thy youthful pleasure. But yet, for all thy merry look. Thy frisks and wiles, the time is coming. When thou shalt sit in cheerless nook, The weary spell or hornbook thumbing.
Halaman 39 - The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational ; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Halaman 498 - And for evermore that lady wore A covering on her wrist. There is a Nun in Dryburgh bower, Ne'er looks upon the sun : There is a Monk in Melrose tower, He speaketh word to none. That Nun, who ne'er beholds the day, That Monk, who speaks to none — That Nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay, That Monk the bold Baron.
Halaman 574 - First call'd thee his, or squire or hind ? For thou in every wight that passes Dost now a friendly playmate find. Thy downcast glances, — grave, but cunning, As fringed eyelids rise and fall ; Thy shyness swiftly from me running, — 'Tis infantine coquetry all...
Halaman 544 - My grandmother sent for the minister next day, and upon pretence of a mad dog, got him to hang all his dogs. There was also difficulty of getting victuals to carry him without the servants suspecting. The only way it was done was by stealing it off her plate at dinner into her lap. Many a diverting story she has told about this, and other things of the like nature.
Halaman 352 - Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door. Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow, To bless a good man's store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men! And use it as ye may.
Halaman 530 - No kingly conqueror, since time began The long career of ages, hath to man A scope so ample given for Trade's bold range, Or caused on earth's wide stage such rapid, mighty change.
Halaman 94 - E'en in our early sports, like two young whelps Of hostile breed, instinctively reverse, Each 'gainst the other pitch'd his ready pledge, And frown'd defiance. As we onward pass'd From youth to man's estate, his narrow art, And envious gibing malice, poorly veil'd In the affected carelessness of mirth, Still more detestable and odious grew. There is no living being on this earth Who can conceive the malice of his soul, With all his gay and damned merriment, To those, by fortune or by merit placed...
Halaman 88 - Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them ? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul — Ay, till its healthful frame Is chang'd to secret, fest'ring, sore disease, So deadly is the wound.
Halaman 93 - Let it pass, my brother. I'll stay by thee; I'll cheer thee, comfort thee: Pursue with thee the study of some art, Or nobler science, that compels the mind To steady thought progressive, driving forth All floating, wild, unhappy fantasies; Till thou, with brow unclouded, smil'st again, Like one who from dark visions of the night, "When th...