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... Thing is hurt of Itself The Spacious Firmament on High Tithonus To Be no More Touchstone , The . Two went up into the Temple to pray Undertaking , The Virtue Wayfarers Anonymous Addison Tennyson Milton Jones Very 159 Montgomery 151 ...
... Thing is hurt of Itself The Spacious Firmament on High Tithonus To Be no More Touchstone , The . Two went up into the Temple to pray Undertaking , The Virtue Wayfarers Anonymous Addison Tennyson Milton Jones Very 159 Montgomery 151 ...
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... Thing is Hurt of Itself The Cosmic Egg 154 . 505 proaching Death of Charles James Fox . Thekla's Song 463 Lucy 62 Morning in the Mountains . The Drowned Lovers ( Buchan ) . Waly , Waly , but Love be Bonny ( tea- table miscellany ) 321 ...
... Thing is Hurt of Itself The Cosmic Egg 154 . 505 proaching Death of Charles James Fox . Thekla's Song 463 Lucy 62 Morning in the Mountains . The Drowned Lovers ( Buchan ) . Waly , Waly , but Love be Bonny ( tea- table miscellany ) 321 ...
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... thing one can do , When it is raining , is to let it rain . Then they repealed the law , al- though they knew It would not call the dead to life again : As school - boys , finding their mis- take too late , Draw a wet sponge across the ...
... thing one can do , When it is raining , is to let it rain . Then they repealed the law , al- though they knew It would not call the dead to life again : As school - boys , finding their mis- take too late , Draw a wet sponge across the ...
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... thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , An ' close thy e'e ? E'en you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes ...
... thing , That , in the merry months o ' spring , Delighted me to hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , An ' close thy e'e ? E'en you on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes ...
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... thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away , Like to the summer's raine ; Or as the pearles of morning's dew ... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while , they glide ...
... thing . We die As your hours doe , and drie Away , Like to the summer's raine ; Or as the pearles of morning's dew ... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you , a while , they glide ...
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Стр. 161 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 264 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 165 - Nor man nor boy Nor all that is at enmity with joy Can utterly abolish or destroy. Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 32 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Стр. 459 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Стр. 195 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ? O judgment!
Стр. 92 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Стр. 26 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Стр. 166 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! 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...
Стр. 116 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!