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Page 698 - ery kind, Sound the trump, the cornet wind, Strike the viol, touch the lute, Let not tongue nor string be mute; Nor a creature dumb be found That hath eithe^r voice or sound. Let those things which do not live
Page 615 - e that Edwin did, And so for him will I." " Forbid it, Heaven !" the hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast ; The wondering fair one turn'd to chide,— 'Twas
Page 552 - es (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut loga shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless herķ
Page 558 - ck, he has regain'd his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. "By heaven," said Francis, "rightly done !
Page 635 - infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flow», He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length
Page 731 - some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the