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... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Henry V. Ice Palace , The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The . Milton , To Mountain Daisy ...
... doth lye " Execution , The Fare Thee Well Forging of the Anchor , The George Peabody , To Henry V. Ice Palace , The Lines in a Lady's Album Love of England Lucy , Countess of Bedford , On Man of Ross The . Milton , To Mountain Daisy ...
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... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack , or ...
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... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
... doth laugh as Zephyr blows ? That seas are now more even than the land ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; Only their heads are crispèd by his stroke . How plays the yearling , with his brow scarce broke , Now in the open grass ...
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... doth show , And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures Melancholy give , And I with thee will choose to live . MILTON . FROM THE BOTHIE OF TOBER NA VUOLICH ...
... doth show , And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures Melancholy give , And I with thee will choose to live . MILTON . FROM THE BOTHIE OF TOBER NA VUOLICH ...
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... doth not move : He will not see the dawn of day . He hath no other life above . He gave me a friend , and a true true - love , And the New - year will take ' em away . Old year , you must not go ; So long as you have been with us , Such ...
... doth not move : He will not see the dawn of day . He hath no other life above . He gave me a friend , and a true true - love , And the New - year will take ' em away . Old year , you must not go ; So long as you have been with us , Such ...
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Page 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 28 - 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...
Page 102 - 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.
Page 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 126 - 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!
Page 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...