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... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
... dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can weep in ...
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... dead any thing bruised , or the worse for it , though the country lasses dance in the churchyard after even - song . Rock - Monday , and the wake in summer , shro- vings , the wakeful catckes on Christmas - eve , the hokey , or seed ...
... dead any thing bruised , or the worse for it , though the country lasses dance in the churchyard after even - song . Rock - Monday , and the wake in summer , shro- vings , the wakeful catckes on Christmas - eve , the hokey , or seed ...
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... morning , he was found dead , with his head lovingly reclined on the carcase of his little friend . They were both interred together , and their grave plentifully watered by the tears BROOKE . ] 19 THE LION AND THE SPANIEL .
... morning , he was found dead , with his head lovingly reclined on the carcase of his little friend . They were both interred together , and their grave plentifully watered by the tears BROOKE . ] 19 THE LION AND THE SPANIEL .
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... dead , are matters of fact which they can without difficulty conceive ; and that he who does such things must do them by the assistance of a divine power . These things lie level to the ordinariest apprehension ; he that can distinguish ...
... dead , are matters of fact which they can without difficulty conceive ; and that he who does such things must do them by the assistance of a divine power . These things lie level to the ordinariest apprehension ; he that can distinguish ...
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... dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre . The chill rain is falling , the night - worm is crawling ...
... dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year , And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre . The chill rain is falling , the night - worm is crawling ...
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Página 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Página 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Página 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Página 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Página 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Página 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.