The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry |
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A novel Hung Bui. Don't believe in tears When miracle comes to Love, There is no such thing better than Tears. And. Tear drop is not losing what you love, But having what you have lost. For those who believe in' God. HUNG BUI Thanks to ...
A novel Hung Bui. Don't believe in tears When miracle comes to Love, There is no such thing better than Tears. And. Tear drop is not losing what you love, But having what you have lost. For those who believe in' God. HUNG BUI Thanks to ...
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... tear . Our old hero is taken up , along with a well - selected assortment of other things , and just as he begins in the Professor's theory he is dropped in his own door - yard . Owing to circumstances over which he ... TEARS . ROUSING A BOY.
... tear . Our old hero is taken up , along with a well - selected assortment of other things , and just as he begins in the Professor's theory he is dropped in his own door - yard . Owing to circumstances over which he ... TEARS . ROUSING A BOY.
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... tears her penalties and pains ; While bigot frenzy waved th ' avenging rod , And murdered virtue in the name of God . THE DAUGHTER . O father , cease ! the dreadful scene forbear , Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear . Yet in our ...
... tears her penalties and pains ; While bigot frenzy waved th ' avenging rod , And murdered virtue in the name of God . THE DAUGHTER . O father , cease ! the dreadful scene forbear , Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear . Yet in our ...
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... tear filled eyes . He had a lump in his throat as he fought back the tears . I was torn between my parents and the man I loved ! He did not question my tears , as he stood staring at me , taking in the moment . " You look beautiful my ...
... tear filled eyes . He had a lump in his throat as he fought back the tears . I was torn between my parents and the man I loved ! He did not question my tears , as he stood staring at me , taking in the moment . " You look beautiful my ...
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... tear” of sovereignty in a diflerent sense. From the royal tears through which we initially view sovereign— ty's departure in Richard II, tears situate us in relation to sovereignty in a second sense, as a figure of the resistance theory ...
... tear” of sovereignty in a diflerent sense. From the royal tears through which we initially view sovereign— ty's departure in Richard II, tears situate us in relation to sovereignty in a second sense, as a figure of the resistance theory ...
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Page 80 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Page 65 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 102 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Page 85 - The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Page 160 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 158 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Page 181 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 159 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 79 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave The stars, with deep amaze.
Page 106 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...