Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Or winglet of the fairy humming-bird, Like atoms of the rainbow fluttering round." The lines placed at the head of this sketch, from a contemporary writer, appear to us very descriptive of Mr. Moore's poetry. His verse is like a shower of beauty; a dance of images; a stream of music; or like the spray of the water-fall, tinged by the morning-beam with rosy light.
Yon drum-roll calls it to parade the soldier's armèd throng?" "No, brother, no! no morning-beam is yonder crimson glare! Yon deep bell tolls no matin 'tis the tocsin's hurried blare! Yon sullen drum-roll mutters out no summons to parade: To fight the flame it summons us the valiant Fire-Brigade!"
Farewell to the pleasure of paying the "Rint" Farewell to all earth's vilest nonsense in print Farewell to the feast of your gall and your guile All's over at once with the grand Emerald Isle. "Ho, comrade, up! awake, arise! look forth into the night: Say, is yon gleam the morning-beam, yon broad and bloody light? Say, does it tell yon clanging bell of mass or matin song?
Word Of The Day