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... turned with the army , ) with whom he dined . This gentleman had once been on very friendly terms with Mr. Brackenridge ; but from causes which it is unnecessary to inquire into , had of late united with his enemies ; but he was a man ...
... turned with the army , ) with whom he dined . This gentleman had once been on very friendly terms with Mr. Brackenridge ; but from causes which it is unnecessary to inquire into , had of late united with his enemies ; but he was a man ...
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... turned and saw Carrol silently enter ; her heart , which had become calmed by the influence of her soul's communion , now beat wildly as he drew near ; her hand trem- bled , as if palsied , when he gently took it . For The next morning ...
... turned and saw Carrol silently enter ; her heart , which had become calmed by the influence of her soul's communion , now beat wildly as he drew near ; her hand trem- bled , as if palsied , when he gently took it . For The next morning ...
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... turned into arrows , dipped in gentle to find relief in satire . Byron looked at his gall , to rankle in his sensitive heart . The courte- beautiful hand with pride , as Nature's sign of high- sies of private life were invaded , and the ...
... turned into arrows , dipped in gentle to find relief in satire . Byron looked at his gall , to rankle in his sensitive heart . The courte- beautiful hand with pride , as Nature's sign of high- sies of private life were invaded , and the ...
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... turned upon them , and , camel - the excellence of which he celebrates in like a lion at bay , repelled their attacks . He re- no less than twenty - eight verses . Many of the plied to their reproaches in the poem which we are figures ...
... turned upon them , and , camel - the excellence of which he celebrates in like a lion at bay , repelled their attacks . He re- no less than twenty - eight verses . Many of the plied to their reproaches in the poem which we are figures ...
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... turned it to much advan- had galloped until I was alone , I gave vent to the tage . Through me she had aspired to considera- exuberance of my spirits , and shouted and sang for ble celebrity , as she had long before , at random , joy ...
... turned it to much advan- had galloped until I was alone , I gave vent to the tage . Through me she had aspired to considera- exuberance of my spirits , and shouted and sang for ble celebrity , as she had long before , at random , joy ...
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Seite 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Seite 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Seite 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Seite 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Seite 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Seite 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Seite 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.