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... stream , a Nor did I ever on Parnassus dream , Nor ever wished : I supplicate no Muse To stimulate my fancy , to infuse Spirit and energy , to fire my brain , Or quicken my reluctant lagging strain ; I shall not attempt to deny that the ...
... stream , a Nor did I ever on Parnassus dream , Nor ever wished : I supplicate no Muse To stimulate my fancy , to infuse Spirit and energy , to fire my brain , Or quicken my reluctant lagging strain ; I shall not attempt to deny that the ...
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... streams ........ To this place I come Led by the self same impulse . This hoar stone , Studded with moss , with green and fringed moss , With crimson fret - work , and bright cups of gold , And all embossed with curled knots , and tufts ...
... streams ........ To this place I come Led by the self same impulse . This hoar stone , Studded with moss , with green and fringed moss , With crimson fret - work , and bright cups of gold , And all embossed with curled knots , and tufts ...
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... stream , that roves with many a bend And oft - reiterated curve , to join The billowy ocean , sparkles through the vale , And leads with flashes , as of molten gold , Into the long perspective , bursting forth In glimpses from behind a ...
... stream , that roves with many a bend And oft - reiterated curve , to join The billowy ocean , sparkles through the vale , And leads with flashes , as of molten gold , Into the long perspective , bursting forth In glimpses from behind a ...
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... stream affects My melting soul , when , now with still small sound It trembles , then , with a sweet skirmishing , Fills all the breeze , and after many a swell And sweeping strain of winding melody , It sinks away , quite lost in a ...
... stream affects My melting soul , when , now with still small sound It trembles , then , with a sweet skirmishing , Fills all the breeze , and after many a swell And sweeping strain of winding melody , It sinks away , quite lost in a ...
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... fragrance of the breeze , To see the western wave on fire , To see the sun's last light expire . VI . I dearly love to view the beam Of moonlight dancing on the stream , To hear the strangely - whispered sounds , With which 75.
... fragrance of the breeze , To see the western wave on fire , To see the sun's last light expire . VI . I dearly love to view the beam Of moonlight dancing on the stream , To hear the strangely - whispered sounds , With which 75.
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amid Archimedes arms Balms of Gilead BARMOUTH beam blast blaze blessed blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright Calypso charms cheer Cicero clouds curule chair dark dear dews E'en EOLIAN EURIPID face fair fears feel fierce fire flames flow gentle Germanicus gloom glow grace grove habergeon hand hast hath heart heaven Honour hopes hour Jane joys Lictors light lips loud Love's lyre maid mind Moon Mount Etna murmurs night nymphs o'er once Othello painting pale pangs passion peace pencil PETRARCH picture pours pride Rachel racter rage rill rise roar rock round scene scorn shade shame shine sighs smiles soft song SONNET soul sound spleen strain stream sway sweet swell taste tempest terror thee thine eye thou thoughts Throbs throng vale Vice Virtue's voice wanton wave wild winds wretch δε Ει και
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Page 44 - And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
Page 45 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword,- and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Page 49 - Verily, I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.
Page 44 - And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.
Page 45 - And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.
Page 148 - Se vuoi campar d' esto loco selvaggio : Che questa bestia, per la qual tu gride, Non lascia altrui passar per la sua via, Ma tanto lo impedisce, che 1' uccide : E ha natura si malvagia e ria, Che mai non empie la bramosa voglia, E dopo il pasto ha più fame che pria. Molti son gli animali, a cui s' ammoglia, E più saranno ancora, infin che il Veltro Verrà, che la farà morir di doglia.
Page 21 - If a man has pains in his head, cholics in his bowels, or spots in his clothes, he may here meet with proper cures and remedies. If a man would recover a wife or a horse that is stolen or strayed ; if he wants new sermons, electuaries, asses...
Page 171 - I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Page 63 - Scorning surprise. Or could we break our way By force, and at our heels all hell should rise With blackest insurrection to confound Heaven's purest light, yet our great Enemy All incorruptible would on his throne Sit unpolluted ; and the ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious.
Page 52 - History strictly so called follows the drama; fiction now ceases, and invention consists only in selecting and fixing with dignity, precision, and sentiment the movements of reality. Suppose that the artist choose the death of Germanicus,—he is not to give us the highest images of general grief which impress the features of a people or a family at the death of a beloved chief or father, for this would be epic imagery; we should have Achilles, Hector, Niobe.