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Strona 167 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Strona 264 - A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she play'd Singing of Mount Abora.
Strona 398 - Tempest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom That shrouds the boiling surge ; the pitiless fiend, With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey; The torn deep yawns, — the vessel finds a grave Beneath its jagged gulf.
Strona 356 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Strona 368 - Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be! And ever at thy season be thou free To spill the venom when thy fangs o'erflow: Remorse and self-contempt shall cling to thee; Hot shame shall burn upon thy secret brow, And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt — as now.
Strona 204 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Strona 79 - Another ! even now she loved another ; And on the summit of that hill she stood Looking afar , if yet her lover's steed Kept pace with her expectancy , and flew.
Strona 192 - Paradise Lost is blasphemous; and the very words of the Oxford gentleman, ' Evil, be thou my good,' are from that very poem, from the mouth of Satan ; and is there any thing...
Strona 506 - In a few days P. Mavrocordato and myself, with a considerable escort, intend to proceed to Salona at the request of Ulysses and the Chiefs of Eastern Greece, and take measures offensive and defensive for the ensuing campaign. Mavrocordato is almost recalled by the new Government to the Morea (to take the lead, I rather think), and they have Written to propose to me, to go either to the Morea with him, or to take the general direction of affairs in this quarter— with General Londo, and any other...