The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 стор. |
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... pass the mines ; Then cross yon woody ridge ; the hamlet lies Below , in the next valley . SCENE III . -- A fine moonlight night . - A lonely field in the ex tremity of the valley of Torres.- Enter Thomas with an ass , he takes off the ...
... pass the mines ; Then cross yon woody ridge ; the hamlet lies Below , in the next valley . SCENE III . -- A fine moonlight night . - A lonely field in the ex tremity of the valley of Torres.- Enter Thomas with an ass , he takes off the ...
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... pass to and fro , Keeping their eyes on me - they haunt him not He has no mercy , no compunction either , And calmly sleeps as though he had not sinned - But if I sleep , in dreams they drag my soul With horrible compulsion to the pit ...
... pass to and fro , Keeping their eyes on me - they haunt him not He has no mercy , no compunction either , And calmly sleeps as though he had not sinned - But if I sleep , in dreams they drag my soul With horrible compulsion to the pit ...
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... pass away in death , which he conceives The portal of immortal youth and joy . Never did aged man abhor his years Like my poor father ! " Tis , I must believe , Only the weakness of a feeble spirit , Bowed down beneath his threescore ...
... pass away in death , which he conceives The portal of immortal youth and joy . Never did aged man abhor his years Like my poor father ! " Tis , I must believe , Only the weakness of a feeble spirit , Bowed down beneath his threescore ...
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... pass the saying which is written , Death is swallowed up in victory . Oh Death , where is thy sting ? O Grave , where is thy victory ? Marg . He is beside thee ; Father , he is beside thee , even now . Ugo . My father , may the God of ...
... pass the saying which is written , Death is swallowed up in victory . Oh Death , where is thy sting ? O Grave , where is thy victory ? Marg . He is beside thee ; Father , he is beside thee , even now . Ugo . My father , may the God of ...
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... pass for acrimonious hate.- Thus stands the case at present ! With the tide Of headlong pleasure we go sailing on , Now , let us in ; Filling the echoing air with loud carousal . She sits within her solitary home , A lofty saloon , in ...
... pass for acrimonious hate.- Thus stands the case at present ! With the tide Of headlong pleasure we go sailing on , Now , let us in ; Filling the echoing air with loud carousal . She sits within her solitary home , A lofty saloon , in ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child 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 HENRY HART MILMAN 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 spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Titmouse tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Сторінка 423 - 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 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Сторінка 20 - 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 ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Сторінка 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Сторінка 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Сторінка 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Сторінка 119 - 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.
Сторінка 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Сторінка 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...