A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. TrenchRichard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) 1868 |
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... GONE MAD ? JEROME BOOTH ELITE GROUP THINK HERD MENTALITY ROLE OF RANDOM INTERACTIONS BEHAVIOURAL TECHNOCRACY ALGORITHMS PERSONALISED NEWSFEEDS BOGUS ECONOMICS MORAL FOUNDATIONS TRUST & QUANTITATIVE EASING SOCIAL CAPITAL MONEY ...
... GONE MAD ? JEROME BOOTH ELITE GROUP THINK HERD MENTALITY ROLE OF RANDOM INTERACTIONS BEHAVIOURAL TECHNOCRACY ALGORITHMS PERSONALISED NEWSFEEDS BOGUS ECONOMICS MORAL FOUNDATIONS TRUST & QUANTITATIVE EASING SOCIAL CAPITAL MONEY ...
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... , INC . 45 WEST 25TH STREET NEW YORK 10010 7623 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD 90046 LONDON TORONTO This One F9F3 - QN8 - B5HA As appearing in the November 1971 edition of Dramatics magazine. Where Have All the Lightning Bugs Gone? ...
... , INC . 45 WEST 25TH STREET NEW YORK 10010 7623 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD 90046 LONDON TORONTO This One F9F3 - QN8 - B5HA As appearing in the November 1971 edition of Dramatics magazine. Where Have All the Lightning Bugs Gone? ...
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... gone dearest sister , The church yard doth tell ; Thy 3 form in the 3 dreary : Cold grave now doth dwell ; Tho ' sad - den'd our feelings , Whilst ling- er- ing here , Our hearts long for heaven , To meet with thee there Thou art gone ...
... gone dearest sister , The church yard doth tell ; Thy 3 form in the 3 dreary : Cold grave now doth dwell ; Tho ' sad - den'd our feelings , Whilst ling- er- ing here , Our hearts long for heaven , To meet with thee there Thou art gone ...
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... GONE, should be self-explanatory but it's often not. Once you have provided or fulfilled your goods or services, just BE GONE. Get out of the way and let the client do what they need to do to implement what you provided. Don't hang over ...
... GONE, should be self-explanatory but it's often not. Once you have provided or fulfilled your goods or services, just BE GONE. Get out of the way and let the client do what they need to do to implement what you provided. Don't hang over ...
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... gone: a genetic whisper as it were, a ghostplant. On a scale from 1 to 10, with our lost beaver at 10, I'd give the needle spike-rush about 0.1. But it makes a point. One's direct experience of extinction is likely to be undramatic ...
... gone: a genetic whisper as it were, a ghostplant. On a scale from 1 to 10, with our lost beaver at 10, I'd give the needle spike-rush about 0.1. But it makes a point. One's direct experience of extinction is likely to be undramatic ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie braes breast breath bright busk cloth clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mother mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure poem poet poetry praise rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees voice weep wild William Davenant William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 215 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt 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...
Сторінка 215 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Сторінка 273 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Сторінка 144 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 381 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Сторінка 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 32 - Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, '° When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes: Now if thou would'st, when all have given...