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... voice was faint and sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did ...
... voice was faint and sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did ...
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... voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! What ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the bodiless dead espy ? And why with hollow voice cries she ...
... voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! What ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the bodiless dead espy ? And why with hollow voice cries she ...
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... voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An ...
... voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An ...
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... voices , sweep , And murmur from the undulating deep . Was it thy voice , my Father ? -thou art dead- The green rush waves on thy forsaken bed . Was it thy voice , my Sister - gentle maid , Thou too , perhaps , in the dark cave art laid ...
... voices , sweep , And murmur from the undulating deep . Was it thy voice , my Father ? -thou art dead- The green rush waves on thy forsaken bed . Was it thy voice , my Sister - gentle maid , Thou too , perhaps , in the dark cave art laid ...
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... voice resounds through the gloomy solitude , and an Indian maid appears , who , impelled by compas- sion , has been induced to visit , and endeavour to relieve the captive ; on hearing whose story , when she is told that the wretched ...
... voice resounds through the gloomy solitude , and an Indian maid appears , who , impelled by compas- sion , has been induced to visit , and endeavour to relieve the captive ; on hearing whose story , when she is told that the wretched ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.