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... tell them of the cradle - songs and dirges of heroes and empires , the downfal and revival of learning , the contests of mighty men for mightier princi- ples ; even to these our own days of Poets many and sweet , deep - thoughted and ...
... tell them of the cradle - songs and dirges of heroes and empires , the downfal and revival of learning , the contests of mighty men for mightier princi- ples ; even to these our own days of Poets many and sweet , deep - thoughted and ...
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... tell you , young gentleman , that it is not very creditable in you to- " " God bless yo'r honor , " uttered old Wills , deprecatingly , for he had followed me out of the boat and now stood crushing his tarpaulin hat between his two ...
... tell you , young gentleman , that it is not very creditable in you to- " " God bless yo'r honor , " uttered old Wills , deprecatingly , for he had followed me out of the boat and now stood crushing his tarpaulin hat between his two ...
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... tell of yo'r honor's kindness . " This was spoken with so much sincerity of feeling , that both Sir Isaac and Captain P- turned away as I thought to conceal their emotion , for oh , there is nothing like the voice of nature , when ...
... tell of yo'r honor's kindness . " This was spoken with so much sincerity of feeling , that both Sir Isaac and Captain P- turned away as I thought to conceal their emotion , for oh , there is nothing like the voice of nature , when ...
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... Tell it , Will , ” exclaimed the verderer . " Why you must know that ' twas no longer since than last Thursday , some two or three hours after night - fall , that Hob Dixon and I were together tunneling off the last October , to get the ...
... Tell it , Will , ” exclaimed the verderer . " Why you must know that ' twas no longer since than last Thursday , some two or three hours after night - fall , that Hob Dixon and I were together tunneling off the last October , to get the ...
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... Tell me , my own Helen is it so ? " Helen burst into tears . " Can you ask me ? " she said reproachfully . How often has a similar scene been described . It is needless to repeat the oft - told tale , those who have never felt , can ...
... Tell me , my own Helen is it so ? " Helen burst into tears . " Can you ask me ? " she said reproachfully . How often has a similar scene been described . It is needless to repeat the oft - told tale , those who have never felt , can ...
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1st Athenian Admiral Aggy ancient answered appearance arms Athena beautiful black crow Brigantine Brisk called Captain carbonic acid child clouds Clytemnestra colour Creon Cyclop dark dear death deep double star earth exclaimed eyes fair father fear feelings fish flowers frigate Fulmer Gaul gazed gentle girl give hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Hephaestus honour hour Iliad Jocasta king lady land leave lieutenant light Lilias look Lord Master mind morning never night Nottingham o'er Odysseus Oedipus Overcast pale passed poet poetry poor present Prometheus rain readers reigned replied returned RICHARD HOWITT Right Ascension round Sappho scene seemed ship smile song soul speak spirit star stood sweet tears Teiresias Telemachus tell thee thing thou thought turned uttered vessel voice Wendover wind words young Zeus
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 403 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Seite 691 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 624 - She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Seite 205 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 627 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...
Seite 206 - We will return no more"; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Seite 206 - Full-faced above the valley stood the moon, And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Seite 691 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
Seite 567 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.