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... look'st thou so ? " - With my cross- bow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the consequences of this violation of the charities of sentiment ; and these are the same ...
... look'st thou so ? " - With my cross- bow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the consequences of this violation of the charities of sentiment ; and these are the same ...
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... look and listen to the pomps and merry - makings →→→ even to the innocent enjoyments - of those whose experience has only been of things tangible . One feels that to him another world - we do not mean a supernatural , but a more ...
... look and listen to the pomps and merry - makings →→→ even to the innocent enjoyments - of those whose experience has only been of things tangible . One feels that to him another world - we do not mean a supernatural , but a more ...
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... look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She press'd me with a meek embrace ; And bending back her head , look'd up , And gazed upon my face . " Twas partly Love ...
... look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She press'd me with a meek embrace ; And bending back her head , look'd up , And gazed upon my face . " Twas partly Love ...
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... look , they play'd , Brother and sister : She , along the dew , Blithe as the squirrel of the forest flew ; Blue rushes wreath'd her head ; her dark brown hair Fell , gently lifted , on her bosom bare ; Her necklace shone , of sparkling ...
... look , they play'd , Brother and sister : She , along the dew , Blithe as the squirrel of the forest flew ; Blue rushes wreath'd her head ; her dark brown hair Fell , gently lifted , on her bosom bare ; Her necklace shone , of sparkling ...
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... look , and shuddered to behold True , I had vow'd - but now estrang'd and cold , She would go with me - leave the ... looks aghast , The captive in the trench a billet cast . " Pronounce his name who here pollutes the plain , The leader ...
... look , and shuddered to behold True , I had vow'd - but now estrang'd and cold , She would go with me - leave the ... looks aghast , The captive in the trench a billet cast . " Pronounce his name who here pollutes the plain , The leader ...
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Seite 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Seite 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Seite 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Seite 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Seite 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Seite 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.