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Página 65
the heads of lifeless images were de - Alc . Apply just here ? Know you faced by
rioters — they sought to strike not that I was once his scholar ? her living head
from Athens ; they Tim . Methought his favourite too . hoped to shroud their envy
in ...
the heads of lifeless images were de - Alc . Apply just here ? Know you faced by
rioters — they sought to strike not that I was once his scholar ? her living head
from Athens ; they Tim . Methought his favourite too . hoped to shroud their envy
in ...
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Undoubtedly . Do you forget disgrace to theirs ? Must they not a her history in the
Persian war ? Was thousand times rather see their coun - she not twice in ashes ,
and yet rose she try in danger , than thee at its head ? not more stately from the ...
Undoubtedly . Do you forget disgrace to theirs ? Must they not a her history in the
Persian war ? Was thousand times rather see their coun - she not twice in ashes ,
and yet rose she try in danger , than thee at its head ? not more stately from the ...
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... even the tionably at the head of all his school , swordsmanship of France are
the loan and his school at the head . ... other instrument , without a change of by
some fresh infusion from the their character , and scarcely a dimi . fountain - head
.
... even the tionably at the head of all his school , swordsmanship of France are
the loan and his school at the head . ... other instrument , without a change of by
some fresh infusion from the their character , and scarcely a dimi . fountain - head
.
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from the sofa where she had been re - I shook my head at this impassioned
clining ; her beautiful eyes , filled with adjuration , being now fully persuaded an
indefinable expression of enquiry , that the beautiful being before me was were
fixed ...
from the sofa where she had been re - I shook my head at this impassioned
clining ; her beautiful eyes , filled with adjuration , being now fully persuaded an
indefinable expression of enquiry , that the beautiful being before me was were
fixed ...
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Weak and faint , Unable to support my tottering steps , Relying on my hands , not
on my feet , Catching at every stay , I ' ve hurried out . A grey - head woman ,
frighted from her wits , Is nothing - - yea , a very child again ! When I came near
the ...
Weak and faint , Unable to support my tottering steps , Relying on my hands , not
on my feet , Catching at every stay , I ' ve hurried out . A grey - head woman ,
frighted from her wits , Is nothing - - yea , a very child again ! When I came near
the ...
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Página 518 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Página 439 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Página 439 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 518 - So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are: for blood it defileth the land: and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it.
Página 439 - How keen the stars, his only thought, — . The air how calm, and cold, and thin, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago ! O strange indifference ! low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares ; The earth was still, but knew (not why The world was listening, unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever ! To that still moment none would heed Man's doom was linked, no more to sever...
Página 169 - ... got the scissors, snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy and breathing music like the South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth !) Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star, — (I wish that window had an iron bar !) Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the, dove, -— (I'll tell you what, my love, I cannot write unless he's sent above !) IV. A SERENADE.
Página 400 - Seasons" does not contain a single new image of external nature; and scarcely presents a familiar one from which it can be .inferred that the eye of the Poet had been steadily fixed upon his object, much less that his feelings had urged him to work upon it in the spirit of genuine imagination.
Página 168 - Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin — (Good heavens ! the child is swallowing a pin !) Thou little tricksy Puck ! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire...
Página 168 - With pure heart newly stamped from Nature's mint ! (Where did he learn that squint?) Thou young domestic dove ! (He'll have that jug off with another shove !) Dear nursling of the hymeneal nest ! (Are those torn clothes his best ?) Little epitome of man (He'll climb upon the table ; that's his plan), Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life! (He's got a knife !) Thou enviable being ! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball, bestride...
Página 596 - Charles the First walked and talked half an hour after his head was cut off,