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... persons should assemble without arms before the church of St. Angelo , to provide for the re - establishment of the good estate . The whole night was employed in the celebration of thirty masses of the Holy Ghost ; and in the morning ...
... persons should assemble without arms before the church of St. Angelo , to provide for the re - establishment of the good estate . The whole night was employed in the celebration of thirty masses of the Holy Ghost ; and in the morning ...
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... persons of the barons more inviolate than their lands or houses ; and , either from accident or design , the same impartial rigour was exercised against the heads of the adverse factions . Peter Agapet Colonna , who had himself been ...
... persons of the barons more inviolate than their lands or houses ; and , either from accident or design , the same impartial rigour was exercised against the heads of the adverse factions . Peter Agapet Colonna , who had himself been ...
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... person , till it was swelled and disfigured by intemperance ; and his propensity to laughter was corrected in the magistrate by the affectation of gravity and sternness . He was clothed , at least on public occasions , in a party ...
... person , till it was swelled and disfigured by intemperance ; and his propensity to laughter was corrected in the magistrate by the affectation of gravity and sternness . He was clothed , at least on public occasions , in a party ...
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... Persons ' form the greatest portion . The extracts which we give are amongst those characters which are most universal in their application . ] A FAIR AND HAPPY MILKMAID Is a country wench , that is so far from making herself beautiful ...
... Persons ' form the greatest portion . The extracts which we give are amongst those characters which are most universal in their application . ] A FAIR AND HAPPY MILKMAID Is a country wench , that is so far from making herself beautiful ...
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... person , though he may not fear for himself . " After supper , Harry appeared to ruminate , and said , " How comes it , sir , that creatures not endued with reason or conscience , shall yet , in the affections that are peculiarly called ...
... person , though he may not fear for himself . " After supper , Harry appeared to ruminate , and said , " How comes it , sir , that creatures not endued with reason or conscience , shall yet , in the affections that are peculiarly called ...
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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.