Little Classics, Томи 13 – 14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm , The ...
... Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm , The ...
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... dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied ...
... dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied ...
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... dear , Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief . O luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree , How ill exchanged are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy Diffuse ...
... dear , Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief . O luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree , How ill exchanged are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy Diffuse ...
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... Dear charming nymph , neglected and decried , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my woe , That found'st me poor at first , and keep'st me so ; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel , Thou ...
... Dear charming nymph , neglected and decried , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my woe , That found'st me poor at first , and keep'st me so ; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel , Thou ...
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... Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . " I saw a third , - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrive my soul , he ' ll wash away The ...
... Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast . " I saw a third , - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrive my soul , he ' ll wash away The ...
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Сторінка 29 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Сторінка 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Сторінка 28 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Сторінка 45 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 150 - thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Сторінка 11 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Сторінка 36 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 146 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Сторінка 145 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Сторінка 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...