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The broken sheds look ' d sad and strange ; Unlifted was the clinking latch ;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely , moated grange . She only
said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , ” she said ; She said , “ I am aweary ...
The broken sheds look ' d sad and strange ; Unlifted was the clinking latch ;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely , moated grange . She only
said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , ” she said ; She said , “ I am aweary ...
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The first tabernacle to HOPE we will build , And look for the sleepers around us to
rise : The second to Faith , which insures it fulfilld , And the third to the LAMB of
the great sacrifice , Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies .
The first tabernacle to HOPE we will build , And look for the sleepers around us to
rise : The second to Faith , which insures it fulfilld , And the third to the LAMB of
the great sacrifice , Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies .
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No unregarded star Contracts its light Into so small a character Removed far from
our human sight , But , if we steadfast look , We shall discern In it , as in some
holy book , How man may heavenly knowledge learn . HABINGTON . THE HOUR
...
No unregarded star Contracts its light Into so small a character Removed far from
our human sight , But , if we steadfast look , We shall discern In it , as in some
holy book , How man may heavenly knowledge learn . HABINGTON . THE HOUR
...
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Anne Bowman. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS . 59 She struck where the
white and fleecy waves Look ' d soft as carded wool ; But the cruel rocks , they
gored her side , Like the horns of an angry bull . Her rattling shrouds , all sheath '
d in ...
Anne Bowman. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS . 59 She struck where the
white and fleecy waves Look ' d soft as carded wool ; But the cruel rocks , they
gored her side , Like the horns of an angry bull . Her rattling shrouds , all sheath '
d in ...
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How many & seven in all , ” she said , And wondering look ' d at me . “ And where
are they ? I pray you tell ; " She answer ' d , “ Seven are we ; And two of us at
Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . WE ARE SEVEN . “ Two of us in the
WE ...
How many & seven in all , ” she said , And wondering look ' d at me . “ And where
are they ? I pray you tell ; " She answer ' d , “ Seven are we ; And two of us at
Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . WE ARE SEVEN . “ Two of us in the
WE ...
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Сторінка 22 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 13 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 56 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Сторінка 79 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 17 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 198 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 76 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Сторінка 194 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Сторінка 47 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...