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... Night's Dream ) 161 " You spotted snakes with double tongue " ( From the same ) . . . . Fairies Song " Now the hungry lion , " etc. ( From the same ) ... 161 161 Lines Written the Night before his Death ... 150 Under the Greenwood Tree ...
... Night's Dream ) 161 " You spotted snakes with double tongue " ( From the same ) . . . . Fairies Song " Now the hungry lion , " etc. ( From the same ) ... 161 161 Lines Written the Night before his Death ... 150 Under the Greenwood Tree ...
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... Night Piece on Death .. 352 Collins ( From Lives of the Poets ) . 386 A Hymn to Contentment . 352 A Hymn for Morning ... 353 The Character of Pope ( From the same ) 388 LAURENCE STERNE ( 1713–1764 ) : EDWARD YOUNG ( 1681-1765 ) : On ...
... Night Piece on Death .. 352 Collins ( From Lives of the Poets ) . 386 A Hymn to Contentment . 352 A Hymn for Morning ... 353 The Character of Pope ( From the same ) 388 LAURENCE STERNE ( 1713–1764 ) : EDWARD YOUNG ( 1681-1765 ) : On ...
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... Night . 503 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud . 480 THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) : She was a Phantom of Delight ... 480 Ye Mariners of England ... 504 Ode to Duty ... 481 Hohenlinden . 504 Resolution and Independence . 481 The Battle of the ...
... Night . 503 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud . 480 THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) : She was a Phantom of Delight ... 480 Ye Mariners of England ... 504 Ode to Duty ... 481 Hohenlinden . 504 Resolution and Independence . 481 The Battle of the ...
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... night At the dark prow in danger Of dashing on rock , Folded in by the frost , My feet bound by the cold In chill bands , in the breast The heart burning with care . The soul of the sea - weary Hunger assailed . Knows not he who finds ...
... night At the dark prow in danger Of dashing on rock , Folded in by the frost , My feet bound by the cold In chill bands , in the breast The heart burning with care . The soul of the sea - weary Hunger assailed . Knows not he who finds ...
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... night , indeed almost every hour , he lived until the day of our Lord's ascension , that is the seventh of the Kalends of June . To us , his pupils , he continued to give lessons every day , 30 and the rest of the day he spent in ...
... night , indeed almost every hour , he lived until the day of our Lord's ascension , that is the seventh of the Kalends of June . To us , his pupils , he continued to give lessons every day , 30 and the rest of the day he spent in ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Page 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Page 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Page 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?