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... face , that schal make thi weye redy before thee . 3. The voyce of oon cryinge in desert , Make ye redy the weye of the Lord , make ye his pathis rihtful . * The orthography is very irregular , the same word being often spelled in two ...
... face , that schal make thi weye redy before thee . 3. The voyce of oon cryinge in desert , Make ye redy the weye of the Lord , make ye his pathis rihtful . * The orthography is very irregular , the same word being often spelled in two ...
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... face overclouded with discon- tent , the tongue jarring and out of tune , the ears filled with dis- cordant noises of contradiction , clamor , and reproach ; the whole frame of body and soul distempered and disturbed with the 78 ...
... face overclouded with discon- tent , the tongue jarring and out of tune , the ears filled with dis- cordant noises of contradiction , clamor , and reproach ; the whole frame of body and soul distempered and disturbed with the 78 ...
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... face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . 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 ...
... face of the dead , And we bitterly thought of the morrow . 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 ...
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... face thine origin ? Is he not sailing Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown ? and is he not guided By the same stars that guide thee ? Why shouldst thou hate then thy brother ? Hateth he thee , forgive ! For ' t is sweet to stammer one ...
... face thine origin ? Is he not sailing Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown ? and is he not guided By the same stars that guide thee ? Why shouldst thou hate then thy brother ? Hateth he thee , forgive ! For ' t is sweet to stammer one ...
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... face , Or else we thought he had been saved ; he fell , But held them fast . The crew , poor luckless souls ! The breakers licked them off ; and some were crushed , Some swallowed in the yeast , some flung up dead , The dear breath ...
... face , Or else we thought he had been saved ; he fell , But held them fast . The crew , poor luckless souls ! The breakers licked them off ; and some were crushed , Some swallowed in the yeast , some flung up dead , The dear breath ...
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Seite 271 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 405 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Seite 316 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Seite 76 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Seite 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Seite 94 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Seite 422 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Seite 123 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Seite 329 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Seite 407 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...