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... answer in the negative . It was almost in a state of nature . Mr Hardup said nothing more , and I bade him fare- well with a feeling of indignation at his idle inquiries . The next day I received the following note , enclosing a check ...
... answer in the negative . It was almost in a state of nature . Mr Hardup said nothing more , and I bade him fare- well with a feeling of indignation at his idle inquiries . The next day I received the following note , enclosing a check ...
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... answered he of the nerves , and strutted away , with the air of a man who was either master at home , or so dexterously led captive , as not to suspect it . I begin to grow weary of talking about myself ; 28 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
... answered he of the nerves , and strutted away , with the air of a man who was either master at home , or so dexterously led captive , as not to suspect it . I begin to grow weary of talking about myself ; 28 REPUBLIC OF LETTERS .
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... answered by more abundant tears , they took their leave and departed to their own happier homes . The mourners , though not insensible to the kindness of their friends , had yearned to be left alone . United , as they had been , by the ...
... answered by more abundant tears , they took their leave and departed to their own happier homes . The mourners , though not insensible to the kindness of their friends , had yearned to be left alone . United , as they had been , by the ...
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... answered the reject- ed lover . You must know I got home not ten minutes ago , and the first thing my good mother told me was the news about your husband . So , without saying a word to the old woman , I clapt on my hat , and ran out of ...
... answered the reject- ed lover . You must know I got home not ten minutes ago , and the first thing my good mother told me was the news about your husband . So , without saying a word to the old woman , I clapt on my hat , and ran out of ...
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... answered to his - he burst into tears ; and as he sunk to the ground , in renewed anguish , exclaimed , — “ Oh , my God ! my God ! You alone have power to save me now , or strengthen me for the trial you permit . " Another morning ...
... answered to his - he burst into tears ; and as he sunk to the ground , in renewed anguish , exclaimed , — “ Oh , my God ! my God ! You alone have power to save me now , or strengthen me for the trial you permit . " Another morning ...
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Strona 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strona 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strona 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Strona 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Strona 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Strona 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Strona 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Strona 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Strona 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Strona 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.