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... Tell Me where is Fancy Bred . Thekla's Song The. Rosabelle Sally from Coventry , The Sea - Cave , The Skipper ... Telling the Bees Vision of Belshazzar Waly , Waly , but Love be Bonny Wild Huntsman , The William of Cloudeslé Winstanley ...
... Tell Me where is Fancy Bred . Thekla's Song The. Rosabelle Sally from Coventry , The Sea - Cave , The Skipper ... Telling the Bees Vision of Belshazzar Waly , Waly , but Love be Bonny Wild Huntsman , The William of Cloudeslé Winstanley ...
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Ralph Waldo Emerson. Tell Me where is Fancy Bred . Thekla's Song The Harp that once through Tara's Halls There's Nae Luck about the House . Shakspeare ( Trans . ) Moore 441 447 435 Under the Greenwood - Tree W. J. Mickle Shakspeare 437 ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Tell Me where is Fancy Bred . Thekla's Song The Harp that once through Tara's Halls There's Nae Luck about the House . Shakspeare ( Trans . ) Moore 441 447 435 Under the Greenwood - Tree W. J. Mickle Shakspeare 437 ...
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... Tell you that Fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you destined to die at Cul- loden , Victory crowned not your fall with applause ; Still were you happy ; in death's early slumber You rest with your clan , in the caves of Braemar ...
... Tell you that Fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you destined to die at Cul- loden , Victory crowned not your fall with applause ; Still were you happy ; in death's early slumber You rest with your clan , in the caves of Braemar ...
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... Tell of the brightness parted , Thou bee , thou lamb at play ! Thou lark , in thy victorious mirth ! Are ye , too , passed away ? With sunshine , with sweet odor , With every precious thing , Upon the last warm southern breeze , My soul ...
... Tell of the brightness parted , Thou bee , thou lamb at play ! Thou lark , in thy victorious mirth ! Are ye , too , passed away ? With sunshine , with sweet odor , With every precious thing , Upon the last warm southern breeze , My soul ...
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... tell ? not thou , luxuri- ous slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not , pleasure cannot please , - Oh ! who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried ...
... tell ? not thou , luxuri- ous slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou , vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not , pleasure cannot please , - Oh ! who can tell , save he whose heart hath tried ...
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Стр. 100 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 217 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Стр. 181 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day. Are yet a master light of all our seeing. — Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Стр. 177 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Стр. 288 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Стр. 363 - He swam the Eske River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Стр. 43 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 68 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 288 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 35 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, ' And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...