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... Anthemion turned , as thought's wild stream Its interrupted course. Of Love's returning festival : Every fruit and every flower Sacred to his gentler power , Twined in garlands bright and sweet , They place before his sculptured feet ...
... Anthemion turned , as thought's wild stream Its interrupted course. Of Love's returning festival : Every fruit and every flower Sacred to his gentler power , Twined in garlands bright and sweet , They place before his sculptured feet ...
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... Anthemion's view ? Or did those sister garlands fair Indeed entwine and blend again , Wreathed into one , even as they were , Ere she , their brilliant sweets to share , Unwove their flowery chain ? She fixed on him her radiant eyes ...
... Anthemion's view ? Or did those sister garlands fair Indeed entwine and blend again , Wreathed into one , even as they were , Ere she , their brilliant sweets to share , Unwove their flowery chain ? She fixed on him her radiant eyes ...
333 ÆäÀÌÁö
Anthemion turned , as thought's wild stream Its interrupted course resumed , Still , like the phantom of a dream , Before his dazzled memory bloomed The image of that maiden strange : Yet not a passing thought of change He knew , nor ...
Anthemion turned , as thought's wild stream Its interrupted course resumed , Still , like the phantom of a dream , Before his dazzled memory bloomed The image of that maiden strange : Yet not a passing thought of change He knew , nor ...
334 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Anthemion's mind : a shade Of deeper mystery veiled the mien And words of that refulgent maid . The frown , that , ere he breathed his vow , Dwelt on the brazen statue's brow ; His votive flowers , so strangely blighted ; The wreath her ...
... Anthemion's mind : a shade Of deeper mystery veiled the mien And words of that refulgent maid . The frown , that , ere he breathed his vow , Dwelt on the brazen statue's brow ; His votive flowers , so strangely blighted ; The wreath her ...
335 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Anthemion paused upon the shore : All thought of magic's impious lore , All dread of evil powers , combined Against his peace , attempered ill With that sweet scene ; and on his mind Fair , graceful , gentle , radiant still , The form ...
... Anthemion paused upon the shore : All thought of magic's impious lore , All dread of evil powers , combined Against his peace , attempered ill With that sweet scene ; and on his mind Fair , graceful , gentle , radiant still , The form ...
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Alice amid Anthemion appeared Aristophanes arms army beauty Braithwaite breath bright called cause character charm command d©¡mons dark death deep Dragut duty earth earthquake Enfield England Euripides eyes father fear feelings feet Floretta flowers France gaze Gertrude give hand happy heart Heaven honor hope hour human Irene King La Valette labor lady land Lausanne leave light lips live look lyre Maltese Mehemet Ali ment mind morning mother mountain Nancy nation nature Navy never night Nuncio o'er object officers once passed passion person Petrarch Plato pleasure Puerto Cabello racter Riego rience rose Saez scene seemed ship Sicily slaves smile song soon sorrow soul Spain spirit stood surgeons sweet tears thee Thespia thing thou thought tion truth turned voice whole William Bertram words young youth
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138 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
364 ÆäÀÌÁö - Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay field to field, Till there be no room, and ye be made to dwell alone in the midst of the land...
386 ÆäÀÌÁö - Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to understand him.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the fitches are not threshed with a threshing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin; but the fitches are beaten out with a staff", and the cummin with a rod.
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the sweet power of music : therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
386 ÆäÀÌÁö - To the great Variety of Readers. — From the most able to him that can but spell ; — there you are number'd. We had rather you were weighd...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - Also he built towers in the desert, and digged many wells: for he had much cattle, both in the low country, and in the plains; husbandmen also, and vinedressers in the mountains, and in Carmel: for he loved husbandry.