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... eye . It is like the fitful concert of fine sounds which the Mariner himself hears af- ter his spirit has been melted , and the ship has begun to sail homewards . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly ...
... eye . It is like the fitful concert of fine sounds which the Mariner himself hears af- ter his spirit has been melted , and the ship has begun to sail homewards . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly ...
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... eye of Christabel . Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch : For what can ail the mastiff bitch ? They pass'd the hall , that ... eyes ' gan glitter bright , And from the floor whereon she sank , The lofty lady stood upright : She was most ...
... eye of Christabel . Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch : For what can ail the mastiff bitch ? They pass'd the hall , that ... eyes ' gan glitter bright , And from the floor whereon she sank , The lofty lady stood upright : She was most ...
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... eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not chuse But gaze upon her face . I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land . I told her how he ...
... eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not chuse But gaze upon her face . I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land . I told her how he ...
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... eyes . These children danc'd together in the shade , Or stretch'd their hands to see the rainbow fade ; Or sat and mock'd , with imitative glee , The paroquet , that laugh'd from tree to tree ; Or through the forest's wildest solitude ...
... eyes . These children danc'd together in the shade , Or stretch'd their hands to see the rainbow fade ; Or sat and mock'd , with imitative glee , The paroquet , that laugh'd from tree to tree ; Or through the forest's wildest solitude ...
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... eyes , and wept , And whilst the thronging forms of mem'ry start , Thus holds communion with his lonely heart : Land ... eye - balls , bright and large , And shook the frothy boss , as in disdain ; And toss'd the flakes , indignant , of ...
... eyes , and wept , And whilst the thronging forms of mem'ry start , Thus holds communion with his lonely heart : Land ... eye - balls , bright and large , And shook the frothy boss , as in disdain ; And toss'd the flakes , indignant , of ...
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Seite 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Seite 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Seite 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Seite 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Seite 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Seite 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.