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... eyes looking at me with the quiet attention of which I have already spoken . " Oh , what a weary boy ! " said Dora one night , when I met her eyes as I was shutting up my desk . " What a weary girl ! " said I. " That's more to the ...
... eyes looking at me with the quiet attention of which I have already spoken . " Oh , what a weary boy ! " said Dora one night , when I met her eyes as I was shutting up my desk . " What a weary girl ! " said I. " That's more to the ...
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... eyes to my face . " Oh , Jip ! It may be , never again ! " He lies down at my feet , stretches himself out as if to sleep , and with a plaintive cry , is dead . " Oh , Agnes ! Look , look , here ! " -That face , so full of pity , and of ...
... eyes to my face . " Oh , Jip ! It may be , never again ! " He lies down at my feet , stretches himself out as if to sleep , and with a plaintive cry , is dead . " Oh , Agnes ! Look , look , here ! " -That face , so full of pity , and of ...
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... eyes Balm upon my head thou showerest . Neither ' dures thy bounteous grace For a space ; But it knows nor bounds nor measure : So my days to my life's end I shall spend In thy courts with heavenly pleasure . FRANCIS DAVISON [ circ . an ...
... eyes Balm upon my head thou showerest . Neither ' dures thy bounteous grace For a space ; But it knows nor bounds nor measure : So my days to my life's end I shall spend In thy courts with heavenly pleasure . FRANCIS DAVISON [ circ . an ...
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... eyes now flashed with fury ; he sprung upon the concierge like a roused tiger , and dragged him by the collar from amid the mutinous group . A struggle ensued , and the wretch fell , stabbed to the heart by his master's hand ; a crowd ...
... eyes now flashed with fury ; he sprung upon the concierge like a roused tiger , and dragged him by the collar from amid the mutinous group . A struggle ensued , and the wretch fell , stabbed to the heart by his master's hand ; a crowd ...
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... eyes in faith to Him that bled- The cloud is past - thy solitude has fled . A few more steps - thy weary feet at last , With joy , shall tread that gorgeous sunny shore , Where , nestled safe , the withering simoom blast Of pangs and ...
... eyes in faith to Him that bled- The cloud is past - thy solitude has fled . A few more steps - thy weary feet at last , With joy , shall tread that gorgeous sunny shore , Where , nestled safe , the withering simoom blast Of pangs and ...
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Amel Andrew Waddell appeared arms Athenæum Club beautiful birds called Cardo CASQUET child Cleora cried dark dear death delight door Dora dream earth eyes face father fear feel fire Flashman followed Frederick Hume gave George Withers girl give hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Hume husband Ivanhoe JACQUES JASMIN John Brown knew lady leave Leosthenes light living London look Lord Byron Masaniello mind morning mother nature Nettie never night o'er once passed poet poor replied Richard Sale Rip Van Winkle Romelli round seemed silent sleep smile soon soul spirit stood Surbiton sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Timoleon tion told took turned voice wife wild woman wonder words young youth
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49 페이지 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
83 페이지 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
49 페이지 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine 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 페이지 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
6 페이지 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
49 페이지 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
23 페이지 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
49 페이지 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
269 페이지 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
73 페이지 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.