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... eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . The attitude in which the spirit of Crugal is afterward placed , and ...
... eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream . The attitude in which the spirit of Crugal is afterward placed , and ...
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... eyes . Thy shield is the aged moon : thy sword , a vapor half kindled with fire . Dim and feeble is the chief who travelled in brightness before ! But thy steps are on the winds of the desert . Thy storms are darkening in thy hand ...
... eyes . Thy shield is the aged moon : thy sword , a vapor half kindled with fire . Dim and feeble is the chief who travelled in brightness before ! But thy steps are on the winds of the desert . Thy storms are darkening in thy hand ...
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Abraham Mills. the bard . The night is long , but his eyes are heavy . Depart , thou rustling blast . But why art thou sad , son of Fingal ? Why glows the cloud of thy soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone ...
Abraham Mills. the bard . The night is long , but his eyes are heavy . Depart , thou rustling blast . But why art thou sad , son of Fingal ? Why glows the cloud of thy soul ? The chiefs of other times are departed . They have gone ...
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... eyes should close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the ...
... eyes should close ? But small is my surprise , though great my grief , To find , in spite of all his solemn vows , My lands are ravaged by the Gallic chief , While none my cause has courage to espouse . Though lofty towers obscure the ...
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... eyes two . Tho was that other glad enough : That one wept , that other lough . He set his one ee at no cost , Whereof that other two hath lost . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE , the last writer to whom our attention will at present be directed ...
... eyes two . Tho was that other glad enough : That one wept , that other lough . He set his one ee at no cost , Whereof that other two hath lost . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE , the last writer to whom our attention will at present be directed ...
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Strona 314 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strona 310 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Strona 476 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strona 496 - Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Strona 488 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Strona 476 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Strona 308 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Strona 486 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Strona 475 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Strona 308 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.