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... hour of night . His sensibility was deeply touched ; ruin him ; for without one or two hundred wit- and he experienced a return of a nervous affection , nesses , he could not explain his conduct on every brought on in youth by great ...
... hour of night . His sensibility was deeply touched ; ruin him ; for without one or two hundred wit- and he experienced a return of a nervous affection , nesses , he could not explain his conduct on every brought on in youth by great ...
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... hour that must be , when the young and happy first feel the presence of a deadly blight upon their fondly cherished ... hour , to visit , perhaps for waste and desolate than the barren heath . A deathly languor seized his frame , and in ...
... hour that must be , when the young and happy first feel the presence of a deadly blight upon their fondly cherished ... hour , to visit , perhaps for waste and desolate than the barren heath . A deathly languor seized his frame , and in ...
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... hour ; for she had long loved Carrol , though she saw Evelyn evi- dently possessed his undivided affections . Mr. Never had Carrol Stanley been so moved by the voice and language of prayer ; instinctively he had sunk on his knees , and ...
... hour ; for she had long loved Carrol , though she saw Evelyn evi- dently possessed his undivided affections . Mr. Never had Carrol Stanley been so moved by the voice and language of prayer ; instinctively he had sunk on his knees , and ...
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... hour , and that gambler ! that long expected time had not yet brought Ada . It was a fearfully cold and boisterous night in Soon the streets became deserted , as the " hall November . The winds raged with an alarming after a gay ...
... hour , and that gambler ! that long expected time had not yet brought Ada . It was a fearfully cold and boisterous night in Soon the streets became deserted , as the " hall November . The winds raged with an alarming after a gay ...
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... hour , and disappear forever . Keats was fortu- nate in a companion . An artist who had known him long , appreciated his character , and was blessed with a rich fund of animal spirits and kindly feel- ing , " sustained and soothed " the ...
... hour , and disappear forever . Keats was fortu- nate in a companion . An artist who had known him long , appreciated his character , and was blessed with a rich fund of animal spirits and kindly feel- ing , " sustained and soothed " the ...
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Página 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Página 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Página 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Página 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Página 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Página 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.