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... soul enjoyed ! " Oh ! what a sad hour that must be , when the young and happy first feel the presence of a deadly blight upon their fondly cherished hopes ! To those , whose only refuge is to the false and fleet- ing comforts of the ...
... soul enjoyed ! " Oh ! what a sad hour that must be , when the young and happy first feel the presence of a deadly blight upon their fondly cherished hopes ! To those , whose only refuge is to the false and fleet- ing comforts of the ...
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... soul by prayer . With bended knee , and fervent humility , did that young being implore her " Heavenly Father to speed in mercy the parting soul of his dying servant ; to calm it in the coming strife , and to take back those vows which ...
... soul by prayer . With bended knee , and fervent humility , did that young being implore her " Heavenly Father to speed in mercy the parting soul of his dying servant ; to calm it in the coming strife , and to take back those vows which ...
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... soul on to the dread discovery . Without the least hesitation , she followed . They soon entered a dark alley , and after a few muttered words of it be you ? " consultation , the door of one of those wretched But no time was to be lost ...
... soul on to the dread discovery . Without the least hesitation , she followed . They soon entered a dark alley , and after a few muttered words of it be you ? " consultation , the door of one of those wretched But no time was to be lost ...
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... more within the common lacked soul to feel the exquisite sentiment and view than the pagan deities . The life of a great * Endymion . Epistle to Mathew . sweet imagery of these poems . They should have remembered 1842. ] 39 Keats .
... more within the common lacked soul to feel the exquisite sentiment and view than the pagan deities . The life of a great * Endymion . Epistle to Mathew . sweet imagery of these poems . They should have remembered 1842. ] 39 Keats .
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... soul . A few glances over these poems would have fur- nished rich proofs of their promise , and won atten- tion from their defects . Here and there a loving eye could certainly have discerned perfect gems , even of style , and often ...
... soul . A few glances over these poems would have fur- nished rich proofs of their promise , and won atten- tion from their defects . Here and there a loving eye could certainly have discerned perfect gems , even of style , and often ...
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Page 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Page 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Page 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Page 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Page 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.