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... Faces Hester JOANNA BAILLIE - 1762-1851 . Lines to a Child JAMES MONTGOMERY . 1854 . The Daisy SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . The Ancient Mariner . 384 LADY NAIRN . - 1766-1845 . The Land o ' the Leal 486 CHARLES LAMB . — 1775 ...
... Faces Hester JOANNA BAILLIE - 1762-1851 . Lines to a Child JAMES MONTGOMERY . 1854 . The Daisy SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 1772-1834 . The Ancient Mariner . 384 LADY NAIRN . - 1766-1845 . The Land o ' the Leal 486 CHARLES LAMB . — 1775 ...
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... face grew more serenely sweet . The setting sun adorned the coast . Taught the doubtful battle where to rage Page • • 171 172 . 173 • 174 175 176 · . 177 182 184 187 191 . 193 . 195 197 200 • • . 203 205 • • . 207 . · · 211 213 214 221 ...
... face grew more serenely sweet . The setting sun adorned the coast . Taught the doubtful battle where to rage Page • • 171 172 . 173 • 174 175 176 · . 177 182 184 187 191 . 193 . 195 197 200 • • . 203 205 • • . 207 . · · 211 213 214 221 ...
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... face But tell her , when I'm gone , to train the rose- bush that I set To die before the snowdrop came ***** When the night and morning meet Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . To lie within the light of God , as I ...
... face But tell her , when I'm gone , to train the rose- bush that I set To die before the snowdrop came ***** When the night and morning meet Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . To lie within the light of God , as I ...
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... face , That she suld have the thank therefor or luve , But He , the worker , that put in her sic grace ; Of beauty , bounty , riches , time , or space , And every gudeness that been to come or gone The thank redounds to him in every ...
... face , That she suld have the thank therefor or luve , But He , the worker , that put in her sic grace ; Of beauty , bounty , riches , time , or space , And every gudeness that been to come or gone The thank redounds to him in every ...
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... face , The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue , The which , as soon as sobbing sighs , alas , Upsupped have , thus I my plaint renew : O place of bliss ! renewer of my woes , Give me accounts , where is my noble fere ; thy walls thou ...
... face , The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue , The which , as soon as sobbing sighs , alas , Upsupped have , thus I my plaint renew : O place of bliss ! renewer of my woes , Give me accounts , where is my noble fere ; thy walls thou ...
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beauty birds BIRKET FOSTER born breast breath bright C. W. COPE CRESWICK dead dear death delight died doth dread E. H. WEHNERT E. M. WIMPERIS Earl earth eyes Faerie Queene fair fame favourite fear flowers gentle GEORGE THOMAS GILES FLETCHER give glory grace grave green grief groves GUSTAVE DORÉ happy HARRISON WEIR hast hath hear heart heaven honour Hudibras John Barleycorn JOHN GILBERT JOSHUA SYLVESTER King lady leave live Lochaber Lord Lute Lycidas merry mind morn ne'er never night Nightingale numbers nymph o'er Oxford pain Piers Ploughman pleasure poem poet praise pride queen rise rose round run softly sche seem'd shade shepherd sigh sing sleep smile sorrow soul sound spring swain Sweet Thames tears Tell thee thine thou art thought trembling Twas unto voice waves Westminster Abbey wild wind youth
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Página 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Página 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Página 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Página 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 299 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 494 - 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 ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Página 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...