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Page 303 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Page 195 - When she looks out by night, The stars stand gazing, Like comets to our sight Fearfully blazing ; As wond'ring at her eyes With their much brightness, Which so amaze the skies, Dimming their lightness. The raging tempests are calm When she speaketh, Such most delightsome balm From her lips breaketh. On thy bank . . . In all our Brittany There 's not a fairer, Nor can you fit any Should you compare her.
Page 106 - PROSTRATE on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Israel's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen ! Hush'd be my sorrows, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the aliens...
Page 236 - ... into Moorgate, every day, and every hour in the day, and every minute in the hour, petitions to be allowed to participate in the bubbles which were blowing there faster than the impatient public, at the top of their velocity, could catch them. Richard Rawlings noted carefully the signs of the times. Long before the fever had reached its height, he saw that it was setting in. Looking...
Page 221 - The low, the deep, the pleading tone, With which I sang another's Love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her Face...
Page 305 - I at one time conjectured that 'race' was a misprint, by transposition of the letters, for carr, or carre, and that the 'Sound on' might be applicable to 'Night's black chariot ' : ' All drowsy night who in a car of jet By steeds of iron grey . . . drawn through the sky.