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... earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise , - The son of parents pass'd into the skies . And now , farewell ! -Time unrevoked has run His wonted course , yet what I wish'd is done . By contemplation's help , not sought in vain ...
... earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise , - The son of parents pass'd into the skies . And now , farewell ! -Time unrevoked has run His wonted course , yet what I wish'd is done . By contemplation's help , not sought in vain ...
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... earth . For five days he thus languished , and gradually declined , without taking any sus- tenance , or admitting any comfort ; till , one morning , he was found dead , with his head lovingly reclined on the carcase of his little ...
... earth . For five days he thus languished , and gradually declined , without taking any sus- tenance , or admitting any comfort ; till , one morning , he was found dead , with his head lovingly reclined on the carcase of his little ...
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... earth as I conceived ) the figure of a man taller than a giant , or indeed than the shadow of any giant in the evening . His body was naked , but that nakedness adorned , or rather deformed , all over with several figures , after the ...
... earth as I conceived ) the figure of a man taller than a giant , or indeed than the shadow of any giant in the evening . His body was naked , but that nakedness adorned , or rather deformed , all over with several figures , after the ...
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... earth ? that he should have the power or boldness to put his prince and master to an open and infamous death ; to banish that numerous and strongly allied family ; to do all this under the name and wages of a parliament ; to trample ...
... earth ? that he should have the power or boldness to put his prince and master to an open and infamous death ; to banish that numerous and strongly allied family ; to do all this under the name and wages of a parliament ; to trample ...
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... earth , and erects a deity that delights in nothing but cruelty and blood . Are we pleased with the enlarged commerce and society of large and opulent cities , or with the retired pleasures of the country ? Do we love stately palaces ...
... earth , and erects a deity that delights in nothing but cruelty and blood . Are we pleased with the enlarged commerce and society of large and opulent cities , or with the retired pleasures of the country ? Do we love stately palaces ...
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Page 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 57 - 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?
Page 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Page 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Page 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.