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... Through the groves , round the islands , as if all the shores Like those of Kathay utter'd music , and gave An answer in song to the kiss of each wave ! Moore . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . ONE morning ( raw it was 22 THE FEAST OF ROSES .
... Through the groves , round the islands , as if all the shores Like those of Kathay utter'd music , and gave An answer in song to the kiss of each wave ! Moore . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . ONE morning ( raw it was 22 THE FEAST OF ROSES .
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... answered , soon as she the question heard , ' A simple burthen , sir , a little singing - bird . ' And , thus continuing , she said , ' I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the seas , but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away : And ...
... answered , soon as she the question heard , ' A simple burthen , sir , a little singing - bird . ' And , thus continuing , she said , ' I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the seas , but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away : And ...
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... blackbird and the speckled thrush Good - morrow gave from brake and bush ; In answer cooed the cushat dove , Her notes of peace , and rest , and love . No thought of peace , no thought of rest , 36 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... blackbird and the speckled thrush Good - morrow gave from brake and bush ; In answer cooed the cushat dove , Her notes of peace , and rest , and love . No thought of peace , no thought of rest , 36 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... answer hoarse , " Woe to the traitor , woe ! " The shout was hushed on lake and fell , The Monk resumed his muttered ... Answering , with imprecation dread , " Sunk be his home in embers red ! And cursed be the meanest shed That e'er ...
... answer hoarse , " Woe to the traitor , woe ! " The shout was hushed on lake and fell , The Monk resumed his muttered ... Answering , with imprecation dread , " Sunk be his home in embers red ! And cursed be the meanest shed That e'er ...
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... " The Gael beheld him grim the while , And answered with disdainful smile , — " Saxon , from yonder mountain high , I marked thee send delighted eye , E Far to the south and east , where lay , THE LADY OF THE LAKE . 49.
... " The Gael beheld him grim the while , And answered with disdainful smile , — " Saxon , from yonder mountain high , I marked thee send delighted eye , E Far to the south and east , where lay , THE LADY OF THE LAKE . 49.
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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.