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Page 113
... doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive , And bending o'er , with soul - transfusing eyes , And the soft murmur of the mother dove , Woos back the fleeting spirit , and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what ...
... doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive , And bending o'er , with soul - transfusing eyes , And the soft murmur of the mother dove , Woos back the fleeting spirit , and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what ...
Page 135
... doth surpass . Teach us , sprite or bird , What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal , Or triumphant chaunt , Matched with thine would be ...
... doth surpass . Teach us , sprite or bird , What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine . Chorus hymeneal , Or triumphant chaunt , Matched with thine would be ...
Page 150
... doth murder sleep , the innocent sleep ; Sleep , that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The death of each day's life , sore labor's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's second course , Chief nourisher in life's feast.- Lady M ...
... doth murder sleep , the innocent sleep ; Sleep , that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The death of each day's life , sore labor's bath , Balm of hurt minds , great nature's second course , Chief nourisher in life's feast.- Lady M ...
Page 151
... doth still abide The message that the bells let fall : And there was nought of strange , beside The flight of mews and peewits pied By millions crouched on the old sea - wall . I sat and spun within the doore , My thread brake off , I ...
... doth still abide The message that the bells let fall : And there was nought of strange , beside The flight of mews and peewits pied By millions crouched on the old sea - wall . I sat and spun within the doore , My thread brake off , I ...
Page 181
... doth embrace , That blessed angels he sends to and fro , To serve to wicked man , to serve his wicked foe ! " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave ...
... doth embrace , That blessed angels he sends to and fro , To serve to wicked man , to serve his wicked foe ! " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave ...
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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.