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... feel and fear for others ; and lust , violence , and oppression of every sort , will excite the indignation of a generous and benevolent person , though he may not fear for himself . " After supper , Harry appeared to ruminate , and ...
... feel and fear for others ; and lust , violence , and oppression of every sort , will excite the indignation of a generous and benevolent person , though he may not fear for himself . " After supper , Harry appeared to ruminate , and ...
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... feel God always , every where , and all in all . SOUTHEY . SHELLEY , the great master of harmony , has one of his ... feeling more tenderly than SHAKSPERE ? That time of year thou mayest in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few ...
... feel God always , every where , and all in all . SOUTHEY . SHELLEY , the great master of harmony , has one of his ... feeling more tenderly than SHAKSPERE ? That time of year thou mayest in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few ...
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... feel rather disappointed - fool- ish , if you are daring ; fearful , if you are timid . Anon , a burst of uncouth and savage laughter breaks over you , piercingly , or rather gratingly loud , and so unwonted and odd , that it sounds as ...
... feel rather disappointed - fool- ish , if you are daring ; fearful , if you are timid . Anon , a burst of uncouth and savage laughter breaks over you , piercingly , or rather gratingly loud , and so unwonted and odd , that it sounds as ...
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... feels as if the earth were shaking ; but it is probably nothing more than the general affection of the sentient system by the jarring upon the ear — an affection which we more or less feel in the case of all harsh and grating sounds ...
... feels as if the earth were shaking ; but it is probably nothing more than the general affection of the sentient system by the jarring upon the ear — an affection which we more or less feel in the case of all harsh and grating sounds ...
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... feel my limbs : I was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The ...
... feel my limbs : I was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The ...
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admiration affection Alexander Selkirk ancient animal appear beauty Bezetha bittern blessed body Border called character children of light Christ Christian danger dead death delight desire doth earth enemy England English enjoyment eyes fear feeling frigate give glory hand happy hath heart heaven Heir of Linne honour human interest Justin Martyr king labour land Little John live London look Lord Lord Wilmot luxury manner mind Mississippi Company moral mother nation nature never night noble object observed pass passion persons Petrarch Philaster pleasure poet poetry Queen o'the reason religion rents rich Richard Penderell Rienzi Robin Robin Hood Roman Scotland SCOTTISH BORDERERS seems ship Socrates soul spirit suffer sweet taste thee things THOMAS WARTON thou thought tion truth unto valley virtue whole wind words writers
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Seite 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Seite 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the 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 the rest.
Seite 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 57 - 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?
Seite 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Seite 59 - 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 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Seite 56 - 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 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.