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... passion , or decay'd by wrong ! Like Eden - notes that from the heart ne'er fade , Swell'd the wild harp - like voice of that Egyptian maid . The song was simple , yet it told that love Had made a chosen home within her heart ; Love ...
... passion , or decay'd by wrong ! Like Eden - notes that from the heart ne'er fade , Swell'd the wild harp - like voice of that Egyptian maid . The song was simple , yet it told that love Had made a chosen home within her heart ; Love ...
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... passion , but who is still my star of hope on this stormy and troubled sea . " His eye rested on a figure that stood near the cur- tain of the room , so slender and delicate , that he im- agined he could see the moon - beams through it ...
... passion , but who is still my star of hope on this stormy and troubled sea . " His eye rested on a figure that stood near the cur- tain of the room , so slender and delicate , that he im- agined he could see the moon - beams through it ...
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... that loves would sleep , when high , Burns each bright and perfect star ? - Hither hasten then , my boy , Bring me here my light guitar . Though by day I may not speak All the passion 36 [ JANUARY , Early Lays -- By W. Gilmore Simms .
... that loves would sleep , when high , Burns each bright and perfect star ? - Hither hasten then , my boy , Bring me here my light guitar . Though by day I may not speak All the passion 36 [ JANUARY , Early Lays -- By W. Gilmore Simms .
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Though by day I may not speak All the passion in my breast , And my words are few and weak , And my flame is unconfess'd ; Yet , by night , a spirit high Prompts my feet to wander far , And a bolder speech I try , Echoed by the light ...
Though by day I may not speak All the passion in my breast , And my words are few and weak , And my flame is unconfess'd ; Yet , by night , a spirit high Prompts my feet to wander far , And a bolder speech I try , Echoed by the light ...
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... an effectual check upon the passion for intrigue , and to the honor of Clement , to whom a monument was erected by the grateful republicans . according to the circumstances and wants of the lic , 44 [ JANUARY , San Marino .
... an effectual check upon the passion for intrigue , and to the honor of Clement , to whom a monument was erected by the grateful republicans . according to the circumstances and wants of the lic , 44 [ JANUARY , San Marino .
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Сторінка 85 - If any person guilty of, or charged with treason, felony, or other high misdemeanor in any State, shall flee from justice, and be found in any of the United States, he shall upon demand of the Governor or Executive power, of the State from which he fled, be delivered up and removed to the State having jurisdiction of his offence.
Сторінка 219 - Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Сторінка 5 - It is to be regretted that the prose writings of Milton should, in our time, be so little read. As compositions they deserve the attention of every man who wishes to become acquainted with the full power of the English language. They abound with passages compared with which the finest declamations of Burke sink into insignificance. They are a perfect field of cloth of gold. The style is stiff with gorgeous embroidery. Not even in the earlier books of the Paradise Lost...
Сторінка 237 - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Сторінка 109 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Сторінка 103 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Сторінка 108 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Сторінка 286 - Till the Ledaean stars so famed for love Wondered at us from above. We spent them not in toys, in lusts or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry, Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Сторінка 87 - State or Territory, that the person so seized or arrested doth, under the laws of the State or Territory from which he or she fled, owe service or labor to the person claiming him or her, it shall be the duty of such judge or magistrate to give a certificate thereof to such claimant, his agent or attorney, which shall be sufficient warrant for removing the said fugitive from labor to the State or Territory from which he or she fled.
Сторінка 108 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.