The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Volumen21859 |
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... sweet Rowena said , Health , cry'd the chieftain , to the Saxon maid ; Then gayly rose , and ' midst the concourse wide , Kiss'd her hale lips , and plac'd her by his side : At the soft scene such gentle thoughts abound , That health ...
... sweet Rowena said , Health , cry'd the chieftain , to the Saxon maid ; Then gayly rose , and ' midst the concourse wide , Kiss'd her hale lips , and plac'd her by his side : At the soft scene such gentle thoughts abound , That health ...
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... sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till she is full - orb'd , mistress of the sky ? - So is it with the mind , when silently Into the young heart's void steals ...
... sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till she is full - orb'd , mistress of the sky ? - So is it with the mind , when silently Into the young heart's void steals ...
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... sweet ; and upon the feast of the comme- moration of St. Paul in summer , a good buck , and offer the same to be spent ( or divided ) among the canons resident ; the doe to be brought by one man at the hour of procession , and through ...
... sweet ; and upon the feast of the comme- moration of St. Paul in summer , a good buck , and offer the same to be spent ( or divided ) among the canons resident ; the doe to be brought by one man at the hour of procession , and through ...
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... sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when at opening morn , the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan diseare , So piercing to my heart their force 1 feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall , 137 ...
... sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when at opening morn , the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan diseare , So piercing to my heart their force 1 feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall , 137 ...
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... sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime . Those joyous hours are passed away , And many a friend that then was gay , Within the tomb now darkly dwells , And hears no more those evening bells . And so ' twill be when I am gone ...
... sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime . Those joyous hours are passed away , And many a friend that then was gay , Within the tomb now darkly dwells , And hears no more those evening bells . And so ' twill be when I am gone ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 255 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Página 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 253 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Página 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Página 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...