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... is indeed a wonderful proof of what ( Said Christabel , ) And who art thou :
genius can effect , in defiance of unfa . The lady strange made answer meet , had
his mind penetrated with the true I scarce can speak for weariness . expression of
a ...
... is indeed a wonderful proof of what ( Said Christabel , ) And who art thou :
genius can effect , in defiance of unfa . The lady strange made answer meet , had
his mind penetrated with the true I scarce can speak for weariness . expression of
a ...
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Though thou her guardian spirit be , They pass'd the hall , that echoes still , “ Off ,
woman , off ! ' tis given to me . ' Pass as lightly as you will ! Then Christabel knelt
by the lady's side , The brands were flat , the brands were dying , And rais'd to ...
Though thou her guardian spirit be , They pass'd the hall , that echoes still , “ Off ,
woman , off ! ' tis given to me . ' Pass as lightly as you will ! Then Christabel knelt
by the lady's side , The brands were flat , the brands were dying , And rais'd to ...
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With neck high - arching , as hesmote the ground , Then spoke : And restless
pawing to the trumpets ' sound , - , “ o Thou ! that with thy ling'ring light With
mantling mane , o'er his broad shoulders Dost warm the world , till all is hush'd in
night ...
With neck high - arching , as hesmote the ground , Then spoke : And restless
pawing to the trumpets ' sound , - , “ o Thou ! that with thy ling'ring light With
mantling mane , o'er his broad shoulders Dost warm the world , till all is hush'd in
night ...
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The hate of foreign and remorseless foes : Pale Zarinel , his head Thou camest
here a captive - so abide , Upraising , answered , " Peace is with the dead ! Till
the Great Spirit shall our cause decide . " He spoke : the warriors of the night
obey ...
The hate of foreign and remorseless foes : Pale Zarinel , his head Thou camest
here a captive - so abide , Upraising , answered , " Peace is with the dead ! Till
the Great Spirit shall our cause decide . " He spoke : the warriors of the night
obey ...
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And now , kind reader , hast thou We do not bite our thumbs at them , ever seen
Miss Carew ? if not , go ; and but we bite our thumbs : and will , if if thou be not
vanquished by her sweet it so please us , be even melancholy , and and melting
...
And now , kind reader , hast thou We do not bite our thumbs at them , ever seen
Miss Carew ? if not , go ; and but we bite our thumbs : and will , if if thou be not
vanquished by her sweet it so please us , be even melancholy , and and melting
...
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Էջ 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Էջ 356 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Էջ 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Էջ 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Էջ 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Էջ 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.