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... things , we can scarcely hope that they ever will . From the managers of National Schools , however , much may be expected , because they have already accomplished a good deal in juvenile education . Still , in the cause of what may be ...
... things , we can scarcely hope that they ever will . From the managers of National Schools , however , much may be expected , because they have already accomplished a good deal in juvenile education . Still , in the cause of what may be ...
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... things ; over- flowing with the very spirit of poetry , passion , and painting , if you think otherwise , don't say so . My friend W sends me word that they are well written . All our critics here say that they are admirably written ...
... things ; over- flowing with the very spirit of poetry , passion , and painting , if you think otherwise , don't say so . My friend W sends me word that they are well written . All our critics here say that they are admirably written ...
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... things by both of us conjointly , to be followed , some time or other , by the publication of Walks Through Ireland ... thing ; his soul was like a lark , always soaring . He wrote to his brother , William , thus : - " I dined with Banim ...
... things by both of us conjointly , to be followed , some time or other , by the publication of Walks Through Ireland ... thing ; his soul was like a lark , always soaring . He wrote to his brother , William , thus : - " I dined with Banim ...
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... thing it is to mind O ' youthfu ' thoughts an ' things , - To pu ' the fruit that on the tree Of Memory ripely hings , - or when he writes : - To live again the happiest hours Of happy days gane by , - To dream again as I ha'e dreamed ...
... thing it is to mind O ' youthfu ' thoughts an ' things , - To pu ' the fruit that on the tree Of Memory ripely hings , - or when he writes : - To live again the happiest hours Of happy days gane by , - To dream again as I ha'e dreamed ...
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... things , the causes of misery , the anomalies of our societary state , politics , & c . , and the circle of my being rapidly outsurged . New power came to me with all that I saw , and thought , and read . I studied political works ...
... things , the causes of misery , the anomalies of our societary state , politics , & c . , and the circle of my being rapidly outsurged . New power came to me with all that I saw , and thought , and read . I studied political works ...
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Page 581 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 575 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 581 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Page 577 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Page 577 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
Page 464 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Page 218 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Page 575 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 465 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.