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" Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won! I've won! "
Chambers's Miscellany of Instructive & Entertaining Tracts - Page 4
edited by - 1870
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, Volume 1

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Ballads - 1805 - 284 pages
...than he ; Her flesh made the still air cold.. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice ; " The Game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !" Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Thro' the hole of...
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Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two ..., Issue 356, Volume 1

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pages
...than he ; Her flesh made the still air cold. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain-were playing dice ; " The Game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !" Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Thro' the hole of...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 6

England - 1820 - 774 pages
...verses ore, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth (he, and whistles thrice. The iVtm'i rim dipt ; Ote tiara ruth out :...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 6

1820 - 784 pages
...verses are, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Surfs rim dips ,< the stars rush out :...
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The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., Volume 1

Cabinet - Literature - 1824 - 440 pages
...as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-UEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice : " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled...
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Sbarbuto. Il critico

Constantine Henry Phipps Marquess of Normanby - English fiction - 1825 - 336 pages
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that...
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The English in Italy [by C.H. Phipps].

Constantine Henry Phipps (1st marq. of Normanby.) - 1825 - 332 pages
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that...
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Phantasmagoria; Or, Sketches of Life and Literature ...

Maria Jane Jewsbury - English essays - 1825 - 326 pages
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The British poets of the nineteenth century, including the select works of ...

British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...yellow as gold: Her skin wan as white as leprosy, The Nipht Mair LIFK-IN-DEITH was ehe, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were canting dice; The grame is done ! 14e, I've won ! Quoth the, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips;...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFB-IK-DEATB was she, Who thicks man's s sacrificed to the honour of that God with whom he was afterwards costing dice ; « The game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !* Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's...
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