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... death . Take these , all of you , and lay them in your bosoms . You that have lost friend or fortune , love or a darling life , shall find your proper consolation here ; and turn a kindly thought to him who , in gathering them , has ...
... death . Take these , all of you , and lay them in your bosoms . You that have lost friend or fortune , love or a darling life , shall find your proper consolation here ; and turn a kindly thought to him who , in gathering them , has ...
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... DEATH - BED . Her suffering ended with the day ; ANNABEL LEE It was many and many a year ago , THE LITTLE BROWN MAN .. MOTHERWELL 76 CHARLES LAMB ...... 80 DUKE OF ORLEANS . ( French . ) Cary's Translation . 82 JAMES ALDRICH ¡¤¡¤ ..... 83 ...
... DEATH - BED . Her suffering ended with the day ; ANNABEL LEE It was many and many a year ago , THE LITTLE BROWN MAN .. MOTHERWELL 76 CHARLES LAMB ...... 80 DUKE OF ORLEANS . ( French . ) Cary's Translation . 82 JAMES ALDRICH ¡¤¡¤ ..... 83 ...
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... DEATH - BED ¡¤ HOOD ..... 175 We watched her breathing through the night , AULD ROBIN GRAY ...... LINDSAY ... 176 When the sheep are in the fauld , and the kye come hame , NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR CAMPBELL ... 178 I love ...
... DEATH - BED ¡¤ HOOD ..... 175 We watched her breathing through the night , AULD ROBIN GRAY ...... LINDSAY ... 176 When the sheep are in the fauld , and the kye come hame , NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR CAMPBELL ... 178 I love ...
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... DEATH OF HER FAWN . 349 MARVELL . The wanton troopers , riding by , THE WEEPEN LIADY . .BARNES 353 When liate o ' nights , above the green , DRIFTING . ......... . • READ 355 My soul to - day EVENING .... Sweet after showers , ambrosial ...
... DEATH OF HER FAWN . 349 MARVELL . The wanton troopers , riding by , THE WEEPEN LIADY . .BARNES 353 When liate o ' nights , above the green , DRIFTING . ......... . • READ 355 My soul to - day EVENING .... Sweet after showers , ambrosial ...
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... the door , boys : Your sister Winifred ! Take her away from me , boys , Your sister Winifred ! ( Move me round in my place , boys , Let me turn my head ; ) Take her away from me , boys , TOMMY'S DEAD . As she lay on her death - 12.
... the door , boys : Your sister Winifred ! Take her away from me , boys , Your sister Winifred ! ( Move me round in my place , boys , Let me turn my head ; ) Take her away from me , boys , TOMMY'S DEAD . As she lay on her death - 12.
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee beautiful bells beneath bird blessed Bobbett bonnie bosom boys breast breath bride bright brow cave of silver cheek cold d'ye dead dear Death deep door doth dream EUGENE ARAM eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends grave grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hurrah kiss land lassie light lips live look maiden Mary MAUD MULLER merry morning ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale raven river river Lee ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailor Shandon shine sighs silent sing SIR PATRICK SPENS sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars Summer sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tears tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree Twas wander weary weel weep wild Willie wind YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
308 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.