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الصفحة xv
... Death Hamlet's Speech to the Players From Othello- Othello's Account of his Courtship 123 His Soliloquy before he murders his Wife From the Epilogue to Every Man out of his Humour 139 · 120 Hesperus 141 - 121 122 From Catiline's Address ...
... Death Hamlet's Speech to the Players From Othello- Othello's Account of his Courtship 123 His Soliloquy before he murders his Wife From the Epilogue to Every Man out of his Humour 139 · 120 Hesperus 141 - 121 122 From Catiline's Address ...
الصفحة xvi
... Death Address to Light The Angelic Worship Satan's Soliloquy on Mount Ni- phates in sight of Paradise 201 - 205 206 - 207 · 162 Paradise 209 Eve's Recollections - 210 Evening in Paradise . 210 163 Eve's Conjugal Love 210 - 164 Adam and ...
... Death Address to Light The Angelic Worship Satan's Soliloquy on Mount Ni- phates in sight of Paradise 201 - 205 206 - 207 · 162 Paradise 209 Eve's Recollections - 210 Evening in Paradise . 210 163 Eve's Conjugal Love 210 - 164 Adam and ...
الصفحة xvii
... Death 273 276 From The Death of Dr. Swift 277 From Poetry - A Rhapsody 283 JOSEPH ADDISON , born 1672 , died 1744 301 died 1719 284 From . Essay on criticism 304 From the Letter from Italy ad- From Rape of the Lock - The dressed to Lord ...
... Death 273 276 From The Death of Dr. Swift 277 From Poetry - A Rhapsody 283 JOSEPH ADDISON , born 1672 , died 1744 301 died 1719 284 From . Essay on criticism 304 From the Letter from Italy ad- From Rape of the Lock - The dressed to Lord ...
الصفحة xix
... Death of Gertrude 438 · 399 THOMAS MOORE , born 1779 , 401 402 · 408 408 409 Hinda's Despair 409 died 1852 From Lalla Rookh ( Paradise and the Peri ) -Egyptian Scenery -The Plague From The Fire Worshippers- Dirge of Hinda LEIGH HUNT ...
... Death of Gertrude 438 · 399 THOMAS MOORE , born 1779 , 401 402 · 408 408 409 Hinda's Despair 409 died 1852 From Lalla Rookh ( Paradise and the Peri ) -Egyptian Scenery -The Plague From The Fire Worshippers- Dirge of Hinda LEIGH HUNT ...
الصفحة xx
... Death 524 489 The Golden Year 524 The Poet 525 REV . HENRY HART MILMAN , born 1791 , died 1868 From Belshazzar- CHARLES MACKAY , born 1812 527 Song , Tubal Cain · 527 Song of the Priests Procrastinations 529 Song of the Suppliants ...
... Death 524 489 The Golden Year 524 The Poet 525 REV . HENRY HART MILMAN , born 1791 , died 1868 From Belshazzar- CHARLES MACKAY , born 1812 527 Song , Tubal Cain · 527 Song of the Priests Procrastinations 529 Song of the Suppliants ...
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الصفحة 130 - 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' the great : Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
الصفحة 88 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
الصفحة 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
الصفحة 93 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all. That ends this strange eventful history. Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".
الصفحة 574 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
الصفحة 378 - Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
الصفحة 458 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
الصفحة 552 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
الصفحة 90 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
الصفحة 378 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.