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... Death , to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah , no ! for his empire is known , And here there are trophies enow : Beneath , the cold dead , and around , the dark stone , Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown . The first tabernacle to ...
... Death , to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah , no ! for his empire is known , And here there are trophies enow : Beneath , the cold dead , and around , the dark stone , Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown . The first tabernacle to ...
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... death ! Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? —thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O ...
... death ! Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? —thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O ...
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... a reaper whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . “ Shall I have nought How Sleep the Brave The Reaper and the Flowers.
... a reaper whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . “ Shall I have nought How Sleep the Brave The Reaper and the Flowers.
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... death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neigh'd To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills , with thunder riven ; Then ...
... death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neigh'd To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills , with thunder riven ; Then ...
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... death kind Nature's signal of retreat : These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain , These goods He grants , who grants the power to gain ; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind , And makes the happiness she does not find ...
... death kind Nature's signal of retreat : These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain , These goods He grants , who grants the power to gain ; With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind , And makes the happiness she does not find ...
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angel art thou BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bless bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek child clouds cried dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth ETON COLLEGE eyes fair father fear fire flowers gentle glowing grace grave GREECE green grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry Kirke White hill holy honour hour king land light live Lochiel look lyre MELROSE ABBEY MERCHANT OF VENICE morn mountain mourn murmuring ne'er never night o'er praise pray prayer pride proud rock round Samian wine shade Shakspeare sigh sight sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thousand Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wings Wordsworth youth
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199 페이지 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
161 페이지 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
117 페이지 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the...
141 페이지 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
198 페이지 - 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...
91 페이지 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
158 페이지 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
116 페이지 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
63 페이지 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
216 페이지 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower— Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound— And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.