The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 стор. |
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... tears of pity ! " Achzib was satisfied with what he had heard ; therefore , bidding his companion good day , he re- turned to the city . He had , however , a superstitious repugnance to making another trial in the scene of his late ...
... tears of pity ! " Achzib was satisfied with what he had heard ; therefore , bidding his companion good day , he re- turned to the city . He had , however , a superstitious repugnance to making another trial in the scene of his late ...
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... tears , and my white hair Bow to the dust ! return , my child , return- My prodigal , return to God , and me ! [ She sinks insensible to the floor . Ray- mond , very much moved , raises her and supports her to the couch . Enter BARTOLIN ...
... tears , and my white hair Bow to the dust ! return , my child , return- My prodigal , return to God , and me ! [ She sinks insensible to the floor . Ray- mond , very much moved , raises her and supports her to the couch . Enter BARTOLIN ...
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... tears , she bade me say That she had nought else left — her wedding - ring , And her dead husband's Bible . Raym . Oh , my mother ! Thou cruel , godless wretch ; hast thou been draining From that heart - broken mother , her poor all ...
... tears , she bade me say That she had nought else left — her wedding - ring , And her dead husband's Bible . Raym . Oh , my mother ! Thou cruel , godless wretch ; hast thou been draining From that heart - broken mother , her poor all ...
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... tears our Lord shed for Lazarus ; by the bloody sweat , the trembling spirit , and the mortal agony , I pray thee , if it be possible , pity and forgive ! Oh , let the blood shed on Mount Calvary avail somewhat - let the prayer for the ...
... tears our Lord shed for Lazarus ; by the bloody sweat , the trembling spirit , and the mortal agony , I pray thee , if it be possible , pity and forgive ! Oh , let the blood shed on Mount Calvary avail somewhat - let the prayer for the ...
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... tear out every tongue that asks If Wilhelm were a traitor ! Henry . Poor , brave man ! Hans . Why sit ye here ... tears ; And for the groan of his poor dying wife- Ye swear ? All . Gast . We do ! So help ye gods and men , As ye do ...
... tear out every tongue that asks If Wilhelm were a traitor ! Henry . Poor , brave man ! Hans . Why sit ye here ... tears ; And for the groan of his poor dying wife- Ye swear ? All . Gast . We do ! So help ye gods and men , As ye do ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ANNE BOLEYN ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Сторінка 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Сторінка 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Сторінка 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Сторінка 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Сторінка 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Сторінка 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Сторінка 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Сторінка 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Сторінка 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.