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... Young Maxwell .. ib . Things to come .. 431 My ain Countree 369 The Entry into Jerusalem 432 The Lass of Lammermoor 370 The Painter .. 433 It's Hame and it's Hame 371 Song 434 To Love Hannibal's Oath ..... The Nun .. Crescentius ..... 4 ...
... Young Maxwell .. ib . Things to come .. 431 My ain Countree 369 The Entry into Jerusalem 432 The Lass of Lammermoor 370 The Painter .. 433 It's Hame and it's Hame 371 Song 434 To Love Hannibal's Oath ..... The Nun .. Crescentius ..... 4 ...
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... young or old ? Page . Neither , if right I guess , but she is fair ; For time hath laid his hand so gently on her , As he too had been awed . Lady . The foolish stripling ! She hath bewitch'd thee . Is she large in stature ? Page . So ...
... young or old ? Page . Neither , if right I guess , but she is fair ; For time hath laid his hand so gently on her , As he too had been awed . Lady . The foolish stripling ! She hath bewitch'd thee . Is she large in stature ? Page . So ...
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... young scholars were scarcely thought of , and Hannah wished to compose for them something more pure and select than had been hitherto attempted . By the time she had reached her twenty - second year , her talents and literary ...
... young scholars were scarcely thought of , and Hannah wished to compose for them something more pure and select than had been hitherto attempted . By the time she had reached her twenty - second year , her talents and literary ...
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... Young Polydore was rich in large domains , In smiling pastures , and in flowery plains ; With these , he boasted each exterior charm , To win the prudent , and the cold to warm ; The fairest semblance of desert he bore , And each ...
... Young Polydore was rich in large domains , In smiling pastures , and in flowery plains ; With these , he boasted each exterior charm , To win the prudent , and the cold to warm ; The fairest semblance of desert he bore , And each ...
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... young ; And many a neighbouring yeoman join the throng , With artisans that lent their dext'rous aid , When o'er each field the flaming sun - beams play'd . Yet Plenty reigns , and from her boundless hoard , Though not one jelly ...
... young ; And many a neighbouring yeoman join the throng , With artisans that lent their dext'rous aid , When o'er each field the flaming sun - beams play'd . Yet Plenty reigns , and from her boundless hoard , Though not one jelly ...
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Page 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.