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... DARK VIZIR RIOT RUDE WHEN BRITISH FREEDOM FOR A HAPPIER LAND SONNET VI . IT WAS SOME SPIRIT , SHERIDAN ! THAT BREATHED SONNET VII . O WHAT A LOUD AND FEARFUL SHRIEK WAS THERE SONNET VIII . AS WHEN FAR OFF THE WARBLED STRAINS ARE HEARD ...
... DARK VIZIR RIOT RUDE WHEN BRITISH FREEDOM FOR A HAPPIER LAND SONNET VI . IT WAS SOME SPIRIT , SHERIDAN ! THAT BREATHED SONNET VII . O WHAT A LOUD AND FEARFUL SHRIEK WAS THERE SONNET VIII . AS WHEN FAR OFF THE WARBLED STRAINS ARE HEARD ...
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... DARK LADIE 213 214 215 216 • 217 THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE . A FRAGMENT . 218 THE DAY - DREAM SOMETHING CHILDISH , BUT VERY NATURAL ON REVISITING THE SEA - SHORE THE KEEPSAKE . THE VISIONARY HOPE 221 222 223 224 • 225 HOME - SICK ...
... DARK LADIE 213 214 215 216 • 217 THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE . A FRAGMENT . 218 THE DAY - DREAM SOMETHING CHILDISH , BUT VERY NATURAL ON REVISITING THE SEA - SHORE THE KEEPSAKE . THE VISIONARY HOPE 221 222 223 224 • 225 HOME - SICK ...
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... dark robes dripping with the heavy dew Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery colours drest Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : What ...
... dark robes dripping with the heavy dew Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery colours drest Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : What ...
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... darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale , With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise , I saw the sainted form of Freedom rise : She spake not sadder moans the autumnal gale- " Great Son of ...
... darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale , With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise , I saw the sainted form of Freedom rise : She spake not sadder moans the autumnal gale- " Great Son of ...
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... dark Scowler view , Who with proud words of dear - loved Freedom came— More blasting than the mildew from the South ! And kissed his country with Iscariot mouth ( Ah ! foul apostate from his Father's fame ! ) Then fixed her on the cross ...
... dark Scowler view , Who with proud words of dear - loved Freedom came— More blasting than the mildew from the South ! And kissed his country with Iscariot mouth ( Ah ! foul apostate from his Father's fame ! ) Then fixed her on the cross ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 120 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 98 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Seite 91 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Seite 94 - 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.
Seite 87 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Seite 101 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit.
Seite 102 - 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.
Seite 85 - 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 — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Seite 91 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Seite 218 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent Sky, And tell the Stars, and tell yon rising Sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises GOD.