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... Deep , deep within the ocean's breast Isabel Sunday Hymn of Pan L'Allegro Il Penseroso Why thus longing ? Vanity • The Cloud The Dryads Man To a Skylark The Prisoner of Chillon Sonnet • The Ancient Mariner Mirabeau Tennyson . Herbert ...
... Deep , deep within the ocean's breast Isabel Sunday Hymn of Pan L'Allegro Il Penseroso Why thus longing ? Vanity • The Cloud The Dryads Man To a Skylark The Prisoner of Chillon Sonnet • The Ancient Mariner Mirabeau Tennyson . Herbert ...
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... deep and mortal wound ; Instant sunk the renegado Mute and lifeless on the ground . With a thousand Moors surrounded , Brave Saavedra stands at bay ; Wearied out , but never daunted , Cold at length the warrior lay . Near him fighting ...
... deep and mortal wound ; Instant sunk the renegado Mute and lifeless on the ground . With a thousand Moors surrounded , Brave Saavedra stands at bay ; Wearied out , but never daunted , Cold at length the warrior lay . Near him fighting ...
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... between ! The rolling mountains of the deep Observe thy strong command ; Thy breath can raise the billows steep , Or sink them to the sand . Amidst thy watery kingdoms , Lord , The finny nations A SONG TO CREATING WISDOM . 83.
... between ! The rolling mountains of the deep Observe thy strong command ; Thy breath can raise the billows steep , Or sink them to the sand . Amidst thy watery kingdoms , Lord , The finny nations A SONG TO CREATING WISDOM . 83.
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... deep thirst ; Lest , if he first the water sip , He bear too far his eager lip . He sees them droop for want of mere , Yet , when they reach the destined shore , With pride the heroic gardener sees A living sap still in the trees . The ...
... deep thirst ; Lest , if he first the water sip , He bear too far his eager lip . He sees them droop for want of mere , Yet , when they reach the destined shore , With pride the heroic gardener sees A living sap still in the trees . The ...
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... deep delight . And God them taught , at every close Of water far , and wind , And lifted leaf , to interpose Their chanting voices kind ; Interpreting that love must be The meaning of the earth and sea . Fit ministers ! of living loves ...
... deep delight . And God them taught , at every close Of water far , and wind , And lifted leaf , to interpose Their chanting voices kind ; Interpreting that love must be The meaning of the earth and sea . Fit ministers ! of living loves ...
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Сторінка 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Сторінка 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Сторінка 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Сторінка 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Сторінка 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.