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... POOR FORLORN • 995 46 42 42 • • 43 46 SONNET XII . SWEET MERCY ! HOW MY VERY HEART HAS BLED SONNET XIII . TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON 47 48 • SONNET XIV . THOU BLEEDEST , MY POOR HEART ! AND THY DISTRESS SONNET XV . TO THE AUTHOR OF " THE ...
... POOR FORLORN • 995 46 42 42 • • 43 46 SONNET XII . SWEET MERCY ! HOW MY VERY HEART HAS BLED SONNET XIII . TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON 47 48 • SONNET XIV . THOU BLEEDEST , MY POOR HEART ! AND THY DISTRESS SONNET XV . TO THE AUTHOR OF " THE ...
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... poor Raven's own oak . His young ones were killed ; for they could not depart , And their mother did die of a broken heart . The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever ; And they floated it down on the course of the river . They ...
... poor Raven's own oak . His young ones were killed ; for they could not depart , And their mother did die of a broken heart . The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever ; And they floated it down on the course of the river . They ...
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... POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! I love the languid Patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou ...
... POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! I love the languid Patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou ...
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... Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ; Alike the Good , the Ill offend thy sight , And rouse the stormy ...
... Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ; Alike the Good , the Ill offend thy sight , And rouse the stormy ...
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... poor outcast - Man ! ' Tis tempest all or gloom : in early youth If gifted with the Ithuriel lance of Truth We force to start amid her feigned caress Vice , siren - hag ! in native ugliness ; A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear ...
... poor outcast - Man ! ' Tis tempest all or gloom : in early youth If gifted with the Ithuriel lance of Truth We force to start amid her feigned caress Vice , siren - hag ! in native ugliness ; A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear ...
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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.