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... land with its Nobles , in bonds which degraded neither- I RESPECTFULLY DEDICATE THIS VOLUME ; not unmindful of your Lordship's peculiar kindness to me under difficulties , and not unmoved by the pride which I shall have in subscribing ...
... land with its Nobles , in bonds which degraded neither- I RESPECTFULLY DEDICATE THIS VOLUME ; not unmindful of your Lordship's peculiar kindness to me under difficulties , and not unmoved by the pride which I shall have in subscribing ...
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... lands , how- ever , parties of guisards have long kept up the practice in great style . Fantastically dressed ... land alone . When I came to Scotland my heart grew so cold To see a little nation so stout and so bold , So stout ...
... lands , how- ever , parties of guisards have long kept up the practice in great style . Fantastically dressed ... land alone . When I came to Scotland my heart grew so cold To see a little nation so stout and so bold , So stout ...
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... land , around it . The thermometer was attached to a post set in the ground , under a Por- tugal laurel , and from the lowness of this tree , the whole instrument was within three feet of the turf ; it had the house and offices ...
... land , around it . The thermometer was attached to a post set in the ground , under a Por- tugal laurel , and from the lowness of this tree , the whole instrument was within three feet of the turf ; it had the house and offices ...
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... land , with a multitude of others assembled in the banqueting - house at the upper end whereof was the king's chair of state , and on the right hand a sumptuous pa- vilion for the prince and his associates , from whence , with great ...
... land , with a multitude of others assembled in the banqueting - house at the upper end whereof was the king's chair of state , and on the right hand a sumptuous pa- vilion for the prince and his associates , from whence , with great ...
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... land to fight , And be the foe's blood hot and bold With my sword I'll make it cold . " A vile Saracenic pun in the very minute of deadly strife . But they fight the cross is victorious , the crescent o'erthrown , and , as a matter of ...
... land to fight , And be the foe's blood hot and bold With my sword I'll make it cold . " A vile Saracenic pun in the very minute of deadly strife . But they fight the cross is victorious , the crescent o'erthrown , and , as a matter of ...
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Page 565 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Page 251 - 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, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Page 939 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 1141 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 253 - 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 oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 251 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 939 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 525 - Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.
Page 603 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Page 249 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.