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... regard to any one , -I could not conceal from myself , on looking over the manuscript , that in renewing my intercourse with him in ima- gination , I had involuntarily felt an access of the spleen and indignation , which I experi- enced ...
... regard to any one , -I could not conceal from myself , on looking over the manuscript , that in renewing my intercourse with him in ima- gination , I had involuntarily felt an access of the spleen and indignation , which I experi- enced ...
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... regard to one of us , who stood blushing and looking in her eyes , and not knowing well what to be at . I thought we ought to have struck up a quartett . But there might have ensued a quintett , not so harmo- nious ; and the scene was ...
... regard to one of us , who stood blushing and looking in her eyes , and not knowing well what to be at . I thought we ought to have struck up a quartett . But there might have ensued a quintett , not so harmo- nious ; and the scene was ...
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... regard to their own customs : -but I shall be digressing too far . Among other things , in which I dif- fer in point of theory ( for in practice I am bound to say that of late , though for other reasons , I have totally altered in this ...
... regard to their own customs : -but I shall be digressing too far . Among other things , in which I dif- fer in point of theory ( for in practice I am bound to say that of late , though for other reasons , I have totally altered in this ...
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... regard to Mr. Moore , whom I have never seen or corresponded with since his efforts against the Liberal , he has not been the less aware of the feelings entertained on the subject by myself and others . the attachment was real ; that it ...
... regard to Mr. Moore , whom I have never seen or corresponded with since his efforts against the Liberal , he has not been the less aware of the feelings entertained on the subject by myself and others . the attachment was real ; that it ...
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... regard being founded solely on her person , and not surviv- ing in the shape of a considerate tenderness , had so degenerated in a short space of time , that if you were startled to hear the lady com- plain of him as she did , and that ...
... regard being founded solely on her person , and not surviv- ing in the shape of a considerate tenderness , had so degenerated in a short space of time , that if you were startled to hear the lady com- plain of him as she did , and that ...
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429 ÆäÀÌÁö - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
364 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
428 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
364 ÆäÀÌÁö - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
434 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
419 ÆäÀÌÁö - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.
437 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! J Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.