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... he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever : One foot on sea , and one on land , To one thing constant never . THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . " Hadst thou been.
... he is dead and laid in his grave : Alas ! and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever : One foot on sea , and one on land , To one thing constant never . THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . " Hadst thou been.
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... things upon earth , Life's no longer than thy mirth . Happy insect ! happy thou , Dost neither age nor winter know . But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flow'ry leaves among , Sated with thy summer feast , Thou ...
... things upon earth , Life's no longer than thy mirth . Happy insect ! happy thou , Dost neither age nor winter know . But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flow'ry leaves among , Sated with thy summer feast , Thou ...
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... things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm , Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy . “ The stars of midnight ...
... things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm , Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy . “ The stars of midnight ...
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... thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! แ You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take ...
... thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! แ You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take ...
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... thing to say— But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I'm almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your majesty . John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet ...
... thing to say— But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I'm almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your majesty . John . Good friend , thou hast no cause to say so yet ...
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Էջ 199 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 161 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Էջ 117 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the...
Էջ 141 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Էջ 198 - 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...
Էջ 91 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Էջ 158 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Էջ 116 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Էջ 63 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Էջ 216 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower— Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound— And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.