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... Fall of Robespierre , 1794 . 1. Chamouni , 267 . 2. Lecture on Shakespeare , 259 . 3. Ode to France , 264 . Further References : Christabel ; Genevieve ; Truth ; Mont Blanc ; The Great Good Man ; Zapoyla ; The Ancient Mariner . COLLINS ...
... Fall of Robespierre , 1794 . 1. Chamouni , 267 . 2. Lecture on Shakespeare , 259 . 3. Ode to France , 264 . Further References : Christabel ; Genevieve ; Truth ; Mont Blanc ; The Great Good Man ; Zapoyla ; The Ancient Mariner . COLLINS ...
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... Fall of the Roman Empire : Ze- nobia , 214 . Further References : Character of Constantine , Vol . II . , pp . 153– 155 ; Description of Jerusalem , Vol . II . , pp . 432-435 , 458 to end of chapter ; Mahomet , Vol . IV . , pp . 119-123 ...
... Fall of the Roman Empire : Ze- nobia , 214 . Further References : Character of Constantine , Vol . II . , pp . 153– 155 ; Description of Jerusalem , Vol . II . , pp . 432-435 , 458 to end of chapter ; Mahomet , Vol . IV . , pp . 119-123 ...
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... falls , 362 . 20. The Princess : Cradle Song , 363 . 21. The Sea Fairies , 365 . 22. To the Queen , 389 . 23. Vivien , 392 . Further References : The Poet ; Dream of Fair Women ; The Lady of Shalott ; Lady Clara Vere de Vere ; The May ...
... falls , 362 . 20. The Princess : Cradle Song , 363 . 21. The Sea Fairies , 365 . 22. To the Queen , 389 . 23. Vivien , 392 . Further References : The Poet ; Dream of Fair Women ; The Lady of Shalott ; Lady Clara Vere de Vere ; The May ...
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... fall ; Her is no home , her is but wyldyrnesse . Forth , pilgrime ! Forth , best , out of thy stalle ! Loke up hye and thonke God of alle ; Weyve thy luste and let thy goste the lede , And trouthe the shall delyver , hit is no drede ...
... fall ; Her is no home , her is but wyldyrnesse . Forth , pilgrime ! Forth , best , out of thy stalle ! Loke up hye and thonke God of alle ; Weyve thy luste and let thy goste the lede , And trouthe the shall delyver , hit is no drede ...
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... fall away , it mounted was full hie : That every breath of heaven shaked itt : And all the hinder partes , that few could spie , Were ruinous and old , but painted cunningly . High above all a cloth of state was spred , And a rich ...
... fall away , it mounted was full hie : That every breath of heaven shaked itt : And all the hinder partes , that few could spie , Were ruinous and old , but painted cunningly . High above all a cloth of state was spred , And a rich ...
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Page 81 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 187 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 246 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Page 200 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 167 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached the ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 241 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 248 - Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Page 238 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 43 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Page 80 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...