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... darkness that did too long and too deeply overshadow his lot ! Some glorious glimpses of it his prophetic soul did see ; witness " The Vision , " or that some . what humbler but yet high strain , in which , bethinking him of the ...
... darkness that did too long and too deeply overshadow his lot ! Some glorious glimpses of it his prophetic soul did see ; witness " The Vision , " or that some . what humbler but yet high strain , in which , bethinking him of the ...
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... dark and faded prime , when life's lamp burned low indeed , and he was willing at last , early as it was , to shut his eyes on this dearly beloved but sorely distracting world . With what strong and steady enthusiasm is the anniversary ...
... dark and faded prime , when life's lamp burned low indeed , and he was willing at last , early as it was , to shut his eyes on this dearly beloved but sorely distracting world . With what strong and steady enthusiasm is the anniversary ...
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... Dark'ning the day . O Nature ! a ' thy shows and forms To feeling , pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the simmer kindly warms Wi ' life an ' light , Or winter howls , in gusty storms , The lang , dark night ! The Muse , nae poet ever ...
... Dark'ning the day . O Nature ! a ' thy shows and forms To feeling , pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the simmer kindly warms Wi ' life an ' light , Or winter howls , in gusty storms , The lang , dark night ! The Muse , nae poet ever ...
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... dark , continued , a ' - day rains , Wi ' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains ; When from the hills where springs the brawling Coil , Or stately Lugar's mossy fountains boil , Or where the Greenock winds his moorland course , Or ...
... dark , continued , a ' - day rains , Wi ' deepening deluges o'erflow the plains ; When from the hills where springs the brawling Coil , Or stately Lugar's mossy fountains boil , Or where the Greenock winds his moorland course , Or ...
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... dark'ning through the flaky show'r Or whirling drift : Ae night the storm the steeples rock'd , Poor labour sweet in sleep was lock'd , While burns , wi ' snawy wreaths up - chok'd , Wild - eddying swirl , Or through the mining outlet ...
... dark'ning through the flaky show'r Or whirling drift : Ae night the storm the steeples rock'd , Poor labour sweet in sleep was lock'd , While burns , wi ' snawy wreaths up - chok'd , Wild - eddying swirl , Or through the mining outlet ...
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Сторінка 322 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Сторінка 321 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 109 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a
Сторінка 127 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Сторінка 323 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 326 - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.
Сторінка 322 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 327 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I.
Сторінка 328 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 326 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...