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On that same night of mirth Vitelli came With his fair child , sole heiress of his ; name ,She came amidst the lovely and the proud , Peerless ; and when she moved , the gallant Then looks of love were seen , and many a sigh die ...
On that same night of mirth Vitelli came With his fair child , sole heiress of his ; name ,She came amidst the lovely and the proud , Peerless ; and when she moved , the gallant Then looks of love were seen , and many a sigh die ...
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And Julia saw the youth she loved again : But he was now the great Colonna's heir , And she whom he had left so young and fair , A few short years ago , was grown , with pain Of thoughts unutter'd , ( a heart - eating care , ) Pale as a ...
And Julia saw the youth she loved again : But he was now the great Colonna's heir , And she whom he had left so young and fair , A few short years ago , was grown , with pain Of thoughts unutter'd , ( a heart - eating care , ) Pale as a ...
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... above upon the silent hours , Save when , awakening the sweet infant flowers , The breezes travell'd from the west , and then A small cloud came abroad and fled again . The red rose was in blossom , and the fair And bending lily to ...
... above upon the silent hours , Save when , awakening the sweet infant flowers , The breezes travell'd from the west , and then A small cloud came abroad and fled again . The red rose was in blossom , and the fair And bending lily to ...
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Too much for such short hours as life affords , And I would fain from out the golden hoards Of joy , pluck some fair ornament , at last , To gild my life with - but my life hath past . " Her head sank on her bosom : gently he Kissed off ...
Too much for such short hours as life affords , And I would fain from out the golden hoards Of joy , pluck some fair ornament , at last , To gild my life with - but my life hath past . " Her head sank on her bosom : gently he Kissed off ...
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... for themselves of their merit ; and , as the extracts are taken nearly at random from the discourses as they stand arranged in the volume , they may be regarded as fair specimens of the author's manner of writing and preaching .
... for themselves of their merit ; and , as the extracts are taken nearly at random from the discourses as they stand arranged in the volume , they may be regarded as fair specimens of the author's manner of writing and preaching .
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313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
540 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees ; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one ; Loosens her fragrant bodice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.