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... thou visit him no more ? Thou didst , thou didst , my daughter dear ; The waters laid thee at his doore , Ere yet the early dawn was clear . Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace , The lifted sun shone on thy face , Downe drifted to thy ...
... thou visit him no more ? Thou didst , thou didst , my daughter dear ; The waters laid thee at his doore , Ere yet the early dawn was clear . Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace , The lifted sun shone on thy face , Downe drifted to thy ...
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... thou hast power of Thought ! Why not ; what binds me here ? Want , want ! - Ha , of what ? Will all the shoe - wages under the Moon ferry me across into that far Land of Light ? Only Meditation can , and devout Prayer to God . I will to ...
... thou hast power of Thought ! Why not ; what binds me here ? Want , want ! - Ha , of what ? Will all the shoe - wages under the Moon ferry me across into that far Land of Light ? Only Meditation can , and devout Prayer to God . I will to ...
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... thou noble Fox : every prick of that little instrument is pricking into the heart of Slavery , and World - worship , and the Mammon - god . Thy elbows jerk , as in strong swimmer - strokes , and every stroke is bearing thee across the ...
... thou noble Fox : every prick of that little instrument is pricking into the heart of Slavery , and World - worship , and the Mammon - god . Thy elbows jerk , as in strong swimmer - strokes , and every stroke is bearing thee across the ...
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... thou once more Save the squadron , honor France , love thy wife , the Belle Aurore ! ROBERT BROWNING . THE SCHOOLMASTER BEATEN . 1. The cold feeble dawn of a January morning was stealing in at the windows of the common sleeping room ...
... thou once more Save the squadron , honor France , love thy wife , the Belle Aurore ! ROBERT BROWNING . THE SCHOOLMASTER BEATEN . 1. The cold feeble dawn of a January morning was stealing in at the windows of the common sleeping room ...
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... thou ! - Scarce were the piteous accents said , When , with the Baron's casque , the maid To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred , wrongs and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . VI . She fill'd ...
... thou ! - Scarce were the piteous accents said , When , with the Baron's casque , the maid To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred , wrongs and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . VI . She fill'd ...
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Achilles ALFRED TENNYSON amid arms beauty bell blow breath Brutus Cæsar CHARLES DICKENS CHARLES WESLEY EMERSON church clouds cried Cusha dark dead doth dying echoes EMERSON EMERSON COLLEGE eyes face falling fire flames floweth flying Forever never GEORGE ELIOT hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hervé Riel hills of Habersham honor JOHN RUSKIN king Kremlin Lanier leave light Lindis look marshes of Glynn mercy mighty mind Mortier Napoleon Never-forever Nicholas night noble numbers palaces Perfective Laws Priam ROBERT BROWNING rolling scene SCROOGE AND MARLEY ship Shylock SIDNEY LANIER silent Smike smoke song soul spirit Spring Squeers stand Stanza stood sweet swept taste tell tempest thee thine things thou uppe valleys of Hall vitalized pictures voice wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woods wreck
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Página 68 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 65 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, , Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 68 - O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...
Página 86 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath; it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes...
Página 81 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 37 - Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name — Finds comfort in himself and in his cause ; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause : This is the happy Warrior ; this is He That every Man in arms should wish to be.
Página 35 - Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire: Who comprehends his trust, and to the same, Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim...
Página 123 - O May I Join The Choir Invisible! O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...
Página 71 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Página 36 - Is happy as a lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need : — He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To home-felt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images ! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart ; and such fidelity It is his...