The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 800 էջ |
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... rest , but pined and pined away . " DEATH ! to the happy thou art terrible ; But how the wretched love to think of thee , Oh thou true comforter , the friend of all Who have no friend beside ! By the sick bed Of Madelon I sat , when ...
... rest , but pined and pined away . " DEATH ! to the happy thou art terrible ; But how the wretched love to think of thee , Oh thou true comforter , the friend of all Who have no friend beside ! By the sick bed Of Madelon I sat , when ...
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... rest . " " And happy , " cried the delegated Maid , And happy they who in that holy faith Bow meekly to the rod ! A little while Shall they endure the proud man's contumely , The injustice of the great : a little while Though ...
... rest . " " And happy , " cried the delegated Maid , And happy they who in that holy faith Bow meekly to the rod ! A little while Shall they endure the proud man's contumely , The injustice of the great : a little while Though ...
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... rest twelve churches and several monasteries ; that the English might not make use of them in carrying on the siege . " - Rapin . Monstrelet . Into the fulness of eternal rest ; When by the JOAN OF ARC . 37.
... rest twelve churches and several monasteries ; that the English might not make use of them in carrying on the siege . " - Rapin . Monstrelet . Into the fulness of eternal rest ; When by the JOAN OF ARC . 37.
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... rest , " he cried , " ere yet the storm Burst on her guilty head ! then their proud vaunts Forgotten , or remember'd to their shame , Vainly her chiefs shall curse the hour when first They pitch'd their tents round Orleans . " The maid ...
... rest , " he cried , " ere yet the storm Burst on her guilty head ! then their proud vaunts Forgotten , or remember'd to their shame , Vainly her chiefs shall curse the hour when first They pitch'd their tents round Orleans . " The maid ...
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... rest Soon , in that better world of peace and love Where evil is not : in that better world , Joan we shall meet , and he too will be there , Thy Theodore . " Soothed by his words , the Maid Had listen'd sadly , till at that loved name ...
... rest Soon , in that better world of peace and love Where evil is not : in that better world , Joan we shall meet , and he too will be there , Thy Theodore . " Soothed by his words , the Maid Had listen'd sadly , till at that loved name ...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume Robert Southey Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1866 |
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Էջ 449 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Էջ 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Էջ 449 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Էջ 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Էջ 143 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Էջ 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Էջ 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Էջ 208 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Էջ 450 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Էջ 213 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.