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... swelling or sinking according to the requirements of the sense , constitutes one of the greatest charms of good reading . Monotone or Subdued Inflection , 18. The Monotone is well suited for the delivery of pas- sages of a solemn or ...
... swelling or sinking according to the requirements of the sense , constitutes one of the greatest charms of good reading . Monotone or Subdued Inflection , 18. The Monotone is well suited for the delivery of pas- sages of a solemn or ...
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... Swells from the vale , | - and midway leaves the storm , - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , - Eternal sunshine settles on its head . - Pause of Feeling . A ; B C 41. As in the corresponding part of Emphasis , no ...
... Swells from the vale , | - and midway leaves the storm , - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , - Eternal sunshine settles on its head . - Pause of Feeling . A ; B C 41. As in the corresponding part of Emphasis , no ...
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... swell the fruit and paint the flów'rs , Since I thy húmbler life survéy'd , In base and sordid guise array'd : A hídeous insect , víle , uncléan , You dragg'd a slów and nóisome train ; And from your spíder - bowels drew Fóul film , and ...
... swell the fruit and paint the flów'rs , Since I thy húmbler life survéy'd , In base and sordid guise array'd : A hídeous insect , víle , uncléan , You dragg'd a slów and nóisome train ; And from your spíder - bowels drew Fóul film , and ...
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... Swelled by the tributary streams of the Yupurce and the Rio Negro on the left bank , and by the Yavare , the Yutay , and the Yurna , the Mugua , the Rio de los Capanachuas , and the Pachera , on the right , it flows for a long period ...
... Swelled by the tributary streams of the Yupurce and the Rio Negro on the left bank , and by the Yavare , the Yutay , and the Yurna , the Mugua , the Rio de los Capanachuas , and the Pachera , on the right , it flows for a long period ...
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... face . And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , - We will be patient , and assuage the feeling We MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS . 73.
... face . And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , - We will be patient , and assuage the feeling We MISCELLANEOUS EXTRACTS . 73.
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191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.