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... Hope , ii . 85 iv . 168 How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix , * ii . 160 BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN , ii . 382 • iii . 134 BISHOP , SAMUEL , Stanzas , To a Waterfowl , Song of the Stars , i . 32 i . 233 ii . 187 iii . 108 St ...
... Hope , ii . 85 iv . 168 How they brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix , * ii . 160 BRYANT , WILLIAM CULLEN , ii . 382 • iii . 134 BISHOP , SAMUEL , Stanzas , To a Waterfowl , Song of the Stars , i . 32 i . 233 ii . 187 iii . 108 St ...
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... hope to inflict wounds on others , ere that be healed which thou thyself hast received ? " " Rebecca , " he replied , " thou knowest not how impossible it is for one trained to actions of chivalry , to remain passive as a priest , or a ...
... hope to inflict wounds on others , ere that be healed which thou thyself hast received ? " " Rebecca , " he replied , " thou knowest not how impossible it is for one trained to actions of chivalry , to remain passive as a priest , or a ...
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... hope , I may have done imperfectly ; but what I cannot firmly settle in my mind is , that the end will absolutely come . I hold her hand in mine , I hold her heart in mine , I see her love for me , alive in all its strength . I cannot ...
... hope , I may have done imperfectly ; but what I cannot firmly settle in my mind is , that the end will absolutely come . I hold her hand in mine , I hold her heart in mine , I see her love for me , alive in all its strength . I cannot ...
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... hope were forgotten and that his neck , which was inclining to be and forgiven ; they thought only of his genius short , caused his hat to turn up behind in of the delight his compositions had diffused the manner of the shovel hats of ...
... hope were forgotten and that his neck , which was inclining to be and forgiven ; they thought only of his genius short , caused his hat to turn up behind in of the delight his compositions had diffused the manner of the shovel hats of ...
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... hope it's not the likes o ' that is in store for me , any how . ' ' Faix then , ' says I , ' you had betther lose no time in hidin ' yourself , ' 3 Yeomen . ' And what brought you at " corps . Well , whin the morning kem , PADDY THE ...
... hope it's not the likes o ' that is in store for me , any how . ' ' Faix then , ' says I , ' you had betther lose no time in hidin ' yourself , ' 3 Yeomen . ' And what brought you at " corps . Well , whin the morning kem , PADDY THE ...
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الصفحة 41 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 75 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
الصفحة 41 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
الصفحة 358 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
الصفحة 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
الصفحة 41 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 15 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
الصفحة 41 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...
الصفحة 261 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
الصفحة 65 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.