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... took her hollow lute Upon his knees he sank , pale as smooth - sculpture stone Hark ! ' tis an elfin storm from faëry land . Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found These lovers fled ...
... took her hollow lute Upon his knees he sank , pale as smooth - sculpture stone Hark ! ' tis an elfin storm from faëry land . Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found These lovers fled ...
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... took place . Beyond all this , Chaucer is a painter of English character , equal to in generality , and surpassing in truth and finish , Mr. Dickens of our own day . He is quite as amusing , and just as fresh ; to an immeasurably higher ...
... took place . Beyond all this , Chaucer is a painter of English character , equal to in generality , and surpassing in truth and finish , Mr. Dickens of our own day . He is quite as amusing , and just as fresh ; to an immeasurably higher ...
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... took flesh and bone . The Nightingale sang , And with his dead thee bought ; All love is lost but upon him alone . Then flew thir birdis o'er the boughis sheen , Singing of love amang the leavis small ; Whose eidant plead yet made my ...
... took flesh and bone . The Nightingale sang , And with his dead thee bought ; All love is lost but upon him alone . Then flew thir birdis o'er the boughis sheen , Singing of love amang the leavis small ; Whose eidant plead yet made my ...
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... took a fever , of which he died in 1541 . His love , as appears from his poems , was not prosperous ; but he did not take his bad fortune much to heart ; he was " the lover who waxeth wyser , and will not die for affection . " ] BLAME ...
... took a fever , of which he died in 1541 . His love , as appears from his poems , was not prosperous ; but he did not take his bad fortune much to heart ; he was " the lover who waxeth wyser , and will not die for affection . " ] BLAME ...
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... took an active [ EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD , was born about the year 1534 , and after having been educated in Cambridge , spent Continent , from which he returned a perfect coxcomb . part in the destruction of the Spanish Armada ...
... took an active [ EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD , was born about the year 1534 , and after having been educated in Cambridge , spent Continent , from which he returned a perfect coxcomb . part in the destruction of the Spanish Armada ...
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Seite 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Seite 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Seite 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Seite 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Seite 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Seite 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Seite 299 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 494 - 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 ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Seite 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...