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... Nevermore ! " Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither , so his stay With us was ...
... Nevermore ! " Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither , so his stay With us was ...
Page 114
... never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue , Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces , That mould up such a mighty piece as this is , With all the virtues that attend the good , Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall ...
... never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue , Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces , That mould up such a mighty piece as this is , With all the virtues that attend the good , Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall ...
Page 172
... never more shall see my own- - my native land ! Take a message and a token to the distant friends of mine , For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on the Rhine ! " Tell my brothers and companions , when they meet and crowd around , To ...
... never more shall see my own- - my native land ! Take a message and a token to the distant friends of mine , For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on the Rhine ! " Tell my brothers and companions , when they meet and crowd around , To ...
Page 270
... Nevermore . " - But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only That one word , as if his soul in that one word he did outpour . Nothing further then he uttered ; not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more ...
... Nevermore . " - But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only That one word , as if his soul in that one word he did outpour . Nothing further then he uttered ; not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more ...
Page 271
... Nevermore . " ― " Prophet ! " said I , " thing of evil - prophet still , if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — - by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden , if within the distant Aidenn , It shall ...
... Nevermore . " ― " Prophet ! " said I , " thing of evil - prophet still , if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that bends above us — - by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden , if within the distant Aidenn , It shall ...
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angels Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath Bingen blessed breast breath cloud cowslips cried Cusha dark dead death deep Dora Greenwell doth dream earth eternal expression eyes faith fall fear feel feet flowers forever glory golden grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope inflection Jean Ingelow John MacBride King Lady Lars Porsena light live look Lord loud Macb Macbeth melody mind Moscow mother mountain nature never Nevermore night o'er passion pause peace pitch pray proud Queen Quoth the Raven Ring rise Robert Browning round semitone sentence silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stress sweet syllable tears tell Tennyson thee thine things thought Toll tone Trimeter true truth unto uppe utterance voice weary weep wild wind word
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Page 63 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 117 - Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the...
Page 258 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 335 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 178 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Page 343 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field...
Page 148 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 117 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the...
Page 160 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 390 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.