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... youth , and the feelings whereto I had given that free utter- ance which by the usages of this world is per- mitted to us in poetry , and in poetry alone ? Of the smaller pieces in this collection there is scarcely one concerning which ...
... youth , and the feelings whereto I had given that free utter- ance which by the usages of this world is per- mitted to us in poetry , and in poetry alone ? Of the smaller pieces in this collection there is scarcely one concerning which ...
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... youth ; a sentence , said he , not pronounced out of melancholy rigour , but from a cheerful obedience to the just authority of experience . For that grave mistress of the world , experience , ( in whose profitable school those before ...
... youth ; a sentence , said he , not pronounced out of melancholy rigour , but from a cheerful obedience to the just authority of experience . For that grave mistress of the world , experience , ( in whose profitable school those before ...
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... youth To the Genius of Africa 100 again The Sailor who had served in the Slave Trade The Dead Friend Page • 126 126 127 127 128 128 129 129 130 130 130 131 . • 131 100 Verses spoken in the Theatre at Oxford , upon the In- stallation of ...
... youth To the Genius of Africa 100 again The Sailor who had served in the Slave Trade The Dead Friend Page • 126 126 127 127 128 128 129 129 130 130 130 131 . • 131 100 Verses spoken in the Theatre at Oxford , upon the In- stallation of ...
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... youth ; it was a wreath With many an unripe blossom garlanded And many a weed , yet mingled with some flowers Which will not wither . Dearest ! now I bring A worthier offering ; thou wilt prize it well , For well thou know'st amid what ...
... youth ; it was a wreath With many an unripe blossom garlanded And many a weed , yet mingled with some flowers Which will not wither . Dearest ! now I bring A worthier offering ; thou wilt prize it well , For well thou know'st amid what ...
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... youth unripe For slaughter yet , and widows , and young maids Of widow'd loves . And now with his great guest The Lord of Vaucouleur sat communing On what might profit France , and found no hope , Despairing of their country , when he ...
... youth unripe For slaughter yet , and widows , and young maids Of widow'd loves . And now with his great guest The Lord of Vaucouleur sat communing On what might profit France , and found no hope , Despairing of their country , when he ...
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Page 449 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Page 449 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Page 143 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Page 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Page 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Page 208 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Page 450 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 213 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.