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... seemed to be most prominent ? If there is a tragedy , what seemed to be its cause ? Were there any superstitions em- bodied ? What were they ? Would the ballad be included in any of the classes mentioned above ? Did you enjoy it ? Why ...
... seemed to be most prominent ? If there is a tragedy , what seemed to be its cause ? Were there any superstitions em- bodied ? What were they ? Would the ballad be included in any of the classes mentioned above ? Did you enjoy it ? Why ...
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... seemed to you to be the best imitation ? " The Battle of Agincourt " . " John Gilpin's Ride " . " The True Ballad of Charitie , " from " The Rowley Papers " " The Bristowe Tragedie , " from " The Rowley Papers " " The De'il's Awa ' wi ...
... seemed to you to be the best imitation ? " The Battle of Agincourt " . " John Gilpin's Ride " . " The True Ballad of Charitie , " from " The Rowley Papers " " The Bristowe Tragedie , " from " The Rowley Papers " " The De'il's Awa ' wi ...
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... seemed easier in a way , Now that they'd left a word , Though nothing but a scrawl . And silent still they sat , And never stirred : And Dick's thoughts dwelt on this and that : How , far above their heads , upon the sea The sun was ...
... seemed easier in a way , Now that they'd left a word , Though nothing but a scrawl . And silent still they sat , And never stirred : And Dick's thoughts dwelt on this and that : How , far above their heads , upon the sea The sun was ...
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... seemed to stand And shout till he was hoarse To speed his winning whippet 1 down the course And Robert , with the ball 175 ... Secure within his oxter , 2 charged ahead Straight for the goal , and none could hold , Though many tried a ...
... seemed to stand And shout till he was hoarse To speed his winning whippet 1 down the course And Robert , with the ball 175 ... Secure within his oxter , 2 charged ahead Straight for the goal , and none could hold , Though many tried a ...
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... speed Scarce seemed a vision ; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need . Oh , lift me as a wave , a leaf , a cloud ! 50 45 40 35 339 30 25 20 15 I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed THE ODE 79.
... speed Scarce seemed a vision ; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need . Oh , lift me as a wave , a leaf , a cloud ! 50 45 40 35 339 30 25 20 15 I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed THE ODE 79.
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Page 218 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 78 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Page 231 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 72 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep : No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Page 113 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Page 124 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 127 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
Page 314 - Over my lady's wrist too much," or, " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat: " such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Page 75 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 80 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!