English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - 746 Seiten |
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... sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye No longer be supprest . With thee among the haunted groves , The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves ; O let me find her here ! For she can time and space control , And swift transport my fleeting ...
... sigh , And bid the tear that swells my eye No longer be supprest . With thee among the haunted groves , The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves ; O let me find her here ! For she can time and space control , And swift transport my fleeting ...
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... sigh'd , yet bless'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wise , and some believed him mad . But why should I his childish feats display ? Concourse , and noise , and toil , he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of ...
... sigh'd , yet bless'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wise , and some believed him mad . But why should I his childish feats display ? Concourse , and noise , and toil , he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of ...
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... sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The ...
... sigh would sometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control . MORNING . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild - brook babbling down the mountain side ; The ...
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... sighs and tears . " This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dismal round my head , and ...
... sighs and tears . " This melancholy picture of life quite sunk my spirits , and seemed to annihilate every principle of joy within me . I threw myself beneath a blasted yew , where the winds blew cold and dismal round my head , and ...
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... sighing gales repeat : Fav rite of Pallas !! I attend . And faithful to thy summons bend , At Wisdom's awful seat . She loves the cool , the silent eve , Where no false shows of life deceive , Beneath the lunar ray : Here Folly drops ...
... sighing gales repeat : Fav rite of Pallas !! I attend . And faithful to thy summons bend , At Wisdom's awful seat . She loves the cool , the silent eve , Where no false shows of life deceive , Beneath the lunar ray : Here Folly drops ...
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Seite 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Seite 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Seite 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Seite 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Seite 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Seite 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Seite 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Seite 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Seite 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures