The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 стор. |
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... rich doublets - do not need Gold - hilted swords , nor rings , nor laced cravats . A fire's a good , companionable friend , A comfortable friend , who meets your face With pleasant welcome , makes the poorest shed As cheerful as a ...
... rich doublets - do not need Gold - hilted swords , nor rings , nor laced cravats . A fire's a good , companionable friend , A comfortable friend , who meets your face With pleasant welcome , makes the poorest shed As cheerful as a ...
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... rich man then , Had'st friends , at least thy riches made them for thee- Wast loved - poor wretch ! -art loved now , thinkest thou ? Look at thy sordid frame - look at thy garb - Look at thy blackened face , thy length of beard , Thy ...
... rich man then , Had'st friends , at least thy riches made them for thee- Wast loved - poor wretch ! -art loved now , thinkest thou ? Look at thy sordid frame - look at thy garb - Look at thy blackened face , thy length of beard , Thy ...
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... rich lands of Torres ! Thos . You do consent- let's have a notary . Lord of T. Give me till night to turn it in my thoughts . • Thos . I'll give you not an hour ! -not e'en a minute ! [ he stamps on the floor with his foot . Enter a BOY ...
... rich lands of Torres ! Thos . You do consent- let's have a notary . Lord of T. Give me till night to turn it in my thoughts . • Thos . I'll give you not an hour ! -not e'en a minute ! [ he stamps on the floor with his foot . Enter a BOY ...
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... rich and picturesque vegetation of tropical climates . The CAPTAIN and ALBERT . Cap . Not satisfied ! Is three months ' tarriance Too little for your will ? Albert . Three little moons ! Why here one might live out an age of love , And ...
... rich and picturesque vegetation of tropical climates . The CAPTAIN and ALBERT . Cap . Not satisfied ! Is three months ' tarriance Too little for your will ? Albert . Three little moons ! Why here one might live out an age of love , And ...
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... rich in knowledge , till at length He goes to his appointed place ; Can God delight or beauty see In age's dark infirmity ? Take , take me hence ! I am grown weary ! Life is a prison , dark and dreary ! Oh that my soul could soar away ...
... rich in knowledge , till at length He goes to his appointed place ; Can God delight or beauty see In age's dark infirmity ? Take , take me hence ! I am grown weary ! Life is a prison , dark and dreary ! Oh that my soul could soar away ...
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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...