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... ( Lord ) 1800-1859 Milton , John Montgomery , James Moultrie , J .. 1608-1674 1771-1854 • · 1779-1852 • • • Byron , G. G. ( Lord ) . 1788-1824 Nicoll , Robert · • • 1814-1837 • Clare , John . Colman , George · • 1679-1717 · • 1728-1811 ...
... ( Lord ) 1800-1859 Milton , John Montgomery , James Moultrie , J .. 1608-1674 1771-1854 • · 1779-1852 • • • Byron , G. G. ( Lord ) . 1788-1824 Nicoll , Robert · • • 1814-1837 • Clare , John . Colman , George · • 1679-1717 · • 1728-1811 ...
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... Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . ' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smiled ; ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where He was once a child . ' They shall all bloom in fields of light ...
... Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . ' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smiled ; ' Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where He was once a child . ' They shall all bloom in fields of light ...
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... Lord of Luna Comes with his stately stride . He smiled on those bold Romans A smile serene and high ; He eyed the flinching Tuscans , And scorn was in his eye . Quoth he , ' The she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay : But will ye ...
... Lord of Luna Comes with his stately stride . He smiled on those bold Romans A smile serene and high ; He eyed the flinching Tuscans , And scorn was in his eye . Quoth he , ' The she - wolf's litter Stand savagely at bay : But will ye ...
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... Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke , As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder - smitten oak . Horatius wrenched his sword out of the wound , ' And see , ' he cried , ' the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucumo ...
... Lord of Luna Fell at that deadly stroke , As falls on Mount Alvernus A thunder - smitten oak . Horatius wrenched his sword out of the wound , ' And see , ' he cried , ' the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucumo ...
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... Lord of a barren heritage , Which his brave sires , from age to age , By their good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , forsooth , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This ...
... Lord of a barren heritage , Which his brave sires , from age to age , By their good swords had held with toil ; His sire had fallen in such turmoil , And he , forsooth , was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand . This ...
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Page 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Page 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd 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.
Page 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.