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... cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept ...
... cheek , Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips , Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek , Like a fray'd bird in the grey owlet's beak . And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken Appear'd the loyal Fays . - Some by degrees Crept ...
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... cheek with roses red , And tickle the soft lips until they smile , So that their careful parents they beguile . , " O then , if ever thou hast breathed a vow At Love's dear portal , or at pale moon - rise Crush'd the dear curl on a ...
... cheek with roses red , And tickle the soft lips until they smile , So that their careful parents they beguile . , " O then , if ever thou hast breathed a vow At Love's dear portal , or at pale moon - rise Crush'd the dear curl on a ...
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... cheek was softer than a peach , Whereon his tears , for roundness , could not dwell , But quickly roll'd themselves to pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which ...
... cheek was softer than a peach , Whereon his tears , for roundness , could not dwell , But quickly roll'd themselves to pearls , and fell , Some on the grass , and some against his hand , Or haply wander'd to the dimpled well , Which ...
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... cheek thus passionately wan , I know the signs of an immortal man , — Nature's chief darling , and illustrious mate , Destined to foil old Death's oblivious plan , And shine untarnish'd by the fogs of Fate , Time's famous rival till the ...
... cheek thus passionately wan , I know the signs of an immortal man , — Nature's chief darling , and illustrious mate , Destined to foil old Death's oblivious plan , And shine untarnish'd by the fogs of Fate , Time's famous rival till the ...
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... cheeks were tinged with bile , her eyes with rheum : There was a throbbing at her heart within , For , oh ! there was a shooting in her chin . And lo ! upon her sad desponding brow , The cruel trenches of besieging age , With seams ...
... cheeks were tinged with bile , her eyes with rheum : There was a throbbing at her heart within , For , oh ! there was a shooting in her chin . And lo ! upon her sad desponding brow , The cruel trenches of besieging age , With seams ...
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arms beauty began bird blood born breath bright cheek clouds cold course dark dead dear Death deep door double dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall fear fell gave gaze gentle give gold golden gone grave green grief half hand hath head heart Hood hope horse hour human keep Kilmansegg kind leaves light living look mind Miss moon morning nature never night o'er once play poor rich ring rose round seem'd sighs sight sing sleep song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought Till took tree true turn turn'd Twas warm wave wild wind wings young
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Página 179 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 179 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 378 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Página 94 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted I PART II.
Página xxxiii - One more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! 'Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! "Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. 'Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her,— All...
Página 194 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Página 95 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Página 183 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Página 343 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot 1
Página 101 - Oh what a tale they told of fear intense, Of horror and amazement ! What human creature in the dead of night Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distance ? Had sought the door, the window in his flight, Striving for dear existence ? What shrieking spirit in that bloody room Its mortal frame had violently quitted? — Across the sunbeam, with a sudden gloom, A ghostly shadow flitted.