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... flower is born to blush unseen Some village - Hampden , that , with dauntless breast They kept the noiseless tenor of their way Some frail memorial still erected nigh On some fond breast the parting soul relies . His listless length at ...
... flower is born to blush unseen Some village - Hampden , that , with dauntless breast They kept the noiseless tenor of their way Some frail memorial still erected nigh On some fond breast the parting soul relies . His listless length at ...
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... flower with silver crest Albatross and angel · It is an ancient Mariner , and he stoppeth one of three · Before her goes the merry minstrelsy . And ice , mast - high , came floating by For food or play , came to the mariners ' hollo ...
... flower with silver crest Albatross and angel · It is an ancient Mariner , and he stoppeth one of three · Before her goes the merry minstrelsy . And ice , mast - high , came floating by For food or play , came to the mariners ' hollo ...
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... flowers in the valley for other hands than mine To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your } breast Tailpiece T. KENNEDY 637 JOHN GILBERT 639 . 640 · 643 thy } . 645 · . 647 650 651 " " 652 653 654 " " . 655 • 656 657 658 ...
... flowers in the valley for other hands than mine To lie within the light of God , as I lie upon your } breast Tailpiece T. KENNEDY 637 JOHN GILBERT 639 . 640 · 643 thy } . 645 · . 647 650 651 " " 652 653 654 " " . 655 • 656 657 658 ...
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... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION OF HIS NYMPH . BY EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . - 1534-1604 . some time on the He took an active ...
... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION OF HIS NYMPH . BY EDWARD VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . - 1534-1604 . some time on the He took an active ...
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... flowers ( wherewith the summer's queen Had clad the earth ) now Boreas ' blasts down blew , And small fowls flocking , in their song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woful. From the INDUCTION TO A " MIRROUR ...
... flowers ( wherewith the summer's queen Had clad the earth ) now Boreas ' blasts down blew , And small fowls flocking , in their song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woful. From the INDUCTION TO A " MIRROUR ...
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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 ;...