The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Including His Novels, Poems, Fugitive Pieces, Criticisms, Etc, Volum 2R. Bentley, 1875 |
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Side 100
... Rhûn . XI . The Heroes of Dinas Vawr XII . The Splendour of Caer Lleon . XIII . The Ghostliness of Avallon XIV . The Right of Might XV . The Circle of the Bards XVI . The Judgments of Arthur INDEX TO THE POETRY . PAGE 101 · 105 111 ...
... Rhûn . XI . The Heroes of Dinas Vawr XII . The Splendour of Caer Lleon . XIII . The Ghostliness of Avallon XIV . The Right of Might XV . The Circle of the Bards XVI . The Judgments of Arthur INDEX TO THE POETRY . PAGE 101 · 105 111 ...
Side 135
... I do not in the least doubt ; yet I cannot think that any woman surpasses my own wife in beasty and chastity ; or that any bari equals my bard in geni is and wisdom . ” 66 ' Hear you him , Rhûn ? " said TELENTAS OF N 133.
... I do not in the least doubt ; yet I cannot think that any woman surpasses my own wife in beasty and chastity ; or that any bari equals my bard in geni is and wisdom . ” 66 ' Hear you him , Rhûn ? " said TELENTAS OF N 133.
Side 136
... Rhûn , " and mark . " Rhûn was the son of Maelgon , and a worthy heir - apparent of his illustrious sire . Rhûn set out the next morning on an embassy very similar to Tarquin's , accompanied by only one attendant . They lost their way ...
... Rhûn , " and mark . " Rhûn was the son of Maelgon , and a worthy heir - apparent of his illustrious sire . Rhûn set out the next morning on an embassy very similar to Tarquin's , accompanied by only one attendant . They lost their way ...
Side 137
... Rhûn . He divined at once the trick that had been put upon the prince ; but he contented himself with saying , " I do not believe that Rhûn has re- ceived the favours of Angharad ; and I still think that no wife in Britain , not even ...
... Rhûn . He divined at once the trick that had been put upon the prince ; but he contented himself with saying , " I do not believe that Rhûn has re- ceived the favours of Angharad ; and I still think that no wife in Britain , not even ...
Side 140
... of Caredigion indulged himself in a very unjustifiable bravado with respect to his queen ; for he said she was as beautiful and as chaste as mine . Now Rhûn has proved the contrary , with small trouble 140 THE MISFORTUNES OF ELPHIN .
... of Caredigion indulged himself in a very unjustifiable bravado with respect to his queen ; for he said she was as beautiful and as chaste as mine . Now Rhûn has proved the contrary , with small trouble 140 THE MISFORTUNES OF ELPHIN .
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Side 395 - 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 daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 246 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Side 395 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Side 452 - TIS late and cold; stir up the fire; -*- Sit close, and draw the table nigher; Be merry, and drink wine that's old, A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best, Where you shall tumble to your rest; I could wish you wenches too, But I am dead, and cannot do. Call for the best the house may ring, Sack, white, and claret, let them bring, And drink apace, while breath you have; You'll find but...
Side 140 - The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter ; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition ; • We met a host, and quelled it ; We forced a strong position, And killed the men who held it.
Side 331 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of Fate are mine: Not Heaven itself upon the Past has power, But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
Side 331 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Side 431 - I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip.
Side 420 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is cursed indeed; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of earth and heaven.
Side 348 - Among the wild-flowered meads to play. In our old fields of childish pleasure, Where now, as then, the cowslips blow, She fills her basket's ample measure, — And that is not ten years ago. But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last good-night. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.