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... sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can ...
... sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say , " Grieve not , my child , chase all thy fears away ! " The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can ...
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... sweet a milk - press makes the milk whiter or sweeter ; for never came almond - glore or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and ...
... sweet a milk - press makes the milk whiter or sweeter ; for never came almond - glore or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and ...
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... sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes ...
... sweet kernel ; to set budding more , And still more , later flowers for the bees , Until they think warm days will never cease , For summer has o'er - brimm'd their clammy cells . Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes ...
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... sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . In me thou secst the glowing of such fire ...
... sweet birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . In me thou secst the glowing of such fire ...
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... sweet Forget - me - not ! One of our own day not less poetically and truly describes the Autumn flower - yarden : – A spirit haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide ...
... sweet Forget - me - not ! One of our own day not less poetically and truly describes the Autumn flower - yarden : – A spirit haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide ...
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affection ALBERT DURER appeared beauty bittern blessing called Castle Rackrent character death delight desire divine doth earth evil eyes father fear feel genius Giaour give glory gold hame hand happiness hath hear heard heart heaven Heir of Linne honour hope human Jason king labour land learned LEOPOLD SCHEFER light Little John live look Lord Lord Wilmot manner master mind Mississippi Company moral nature neighbours never night noble o'er observed pain pass passion perhaps person pleasure poet poetical poetry poor reason rich Richard Penderell Rienzi Robin Robin Hood scarcely seemed self-love ship Sir Condy Sir Edward smile song soul spirit sweet tell thee thine things thought tion truth Vathek Vicar of Bray Vicar of Wakefield virtue whole wind wisdom words
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Seite 55 - And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Seite 58 - 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.
Seite 59 - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Seite 55 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Seite 30 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 176 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Seite 58 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Seite 212 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Seite 235 - ... and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch, whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace, for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and...