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Page 36
... deep violet , almost as blue As Pallas ' eye , or thine , Lycimnia , I'll give to thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so ...
... deep violet , almost as blue As Pallas ' eye , or thine , Lycimnia , I'll give to thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so ...
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... deep boom of the bittern sounding in the moss . And drawing her plaid more closely around her , she whispered , beneath its ineffectual cover ; " Our father which art in heaven , hallowed be thy name , -thy kingdom come , -thy will be ...
... deep boom of the bittern sounding in the moss . And drawing her plaid more closely around her , she whispered , beneath its ineffectual cover ; " Our father which art in heaven , hallowed be thy name , -thy kingdom come , -thy will be ...
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... deep and dolorous bray - a moving cry of the most pathetic expostulation ; and , snapping its halter in two , came rushing between the gypsey comba- tants , effectually shielding them from the mortal thrusts which , with bared swords ...
... deep and dolorous bray - a moving cry of the most pathetic expostulation ; and , snapping its halter in two , came rushing between the gypsey comba- tants , effectually shielding them from the mortal thrusts which , with bared swords ...
Page 78
... deep devotion will its leaves bedew ; And the warm summer breath of pious sighs The choir of mingling Ripen the fruit . voices Shall , like the music of the summer wood , From the deep vaulted shade arise on high ; And the green ...
... deep devotion will its leaves bedew ; And the warm summer breath of pious sighs The choir of mingling Ripen the fruit . voices Shall , like the music of the summer wood , From the deep vaulted shade arise on high ; And the green ...
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... Deep , deep , I say ! -I cannot bear to see it . Mine eyes abhor the sight . In waking dreams , In sleep it floats before me . Go , I say , Bury his lifeless frame ; and say to Thorer That I command his presence instantly . Olaf ...
... Deep , deep , I say ! -I cannot bear to see it . Mine eyes abhor the sight . In waking dreams , In sleep it floats before me . Go , I say , Bury his lifeless frame ; and say to Thorer That I command his presence instantly . Olaf ...
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Page 166 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 149 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 166 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Page 269 - The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon.
Page 436 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Page 269 - ... monkey divertisements of smart young gentlemen, with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say yah Mynheer...
Page 202 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Page 141 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 75 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Page 269 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.