The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 Seiten |
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... dear mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor , empty honours compensate Unto a childless mother for her son ? You know her not , and me you know not either ! Philos . But think you ...
... dear mother's sake would you not leave A noble name emblazoned on your tomb ? Schol . Can such poor , empty honours compensate Unto a childless mother for her son ? You know her not , and me you know not either ! Philos . But think you ...
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... dear young friend , I have to ask your pardon ; The letter that I promised to deliver , I did forget - indeed I gave it not ! Schol . How have I trusted to a broken reed ! Oh mock me not with offers of your friendship , Say not that ...
... dear young friend , I have to ask your pardon ; The letter that I promised to deliver , I did forget - indeed I gave it not ! Schol . How have I trusted to a broken reed ! Oh mock me not with offers of your friendship , Say not that ...
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... dear love of Christ , be't friend or foe , [ He runs off . Make short my death ! A cave by the sea shore . Enter Thomas of Torres ; he takes out the bag . Thos . Now let me count - now let me see my gains . Ah ! it reminds me of the ...
... dear love of Christ , be't friend or foe , [ He runs off . Make short my death ! A cave by the sea shore . Enter Thomas of Torres ; he takes out the bag . Thos . Now let me count - now let me see my gains . Ah ! it reminds me of the ...
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... Dear Constance , for I see you have been weeping , Like my poor mother ; but you've won from heaven Blessing for one unworthy as I am ! Cons . No , not unworthy , Albert ! But what bless- ing ? To serve you , but free confidence in you ...
... Dear Constance , for I see you have been weeping , Like my poor mother ; but you've won from heaven Blessing for one unworthy as I am ! Cons . No , not unworthy , Albert ! But what bless- ing ? To serve you , but free confidence in you ...
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... dear Constance , with such pleasant raillery On woman's love of show , as made me envy The sportive keenness of his merry wit . Mad . L. God send it all for good ! But tell me DOW On what conditions , sail you with this man ? Albert ...
... dear Constance , with such pleasant raillery On woman's love of show , as made me envy The sportive keenness of his merry wit . Mad . L. God send it all for good ! But tell me DOW On what conditions , sail you with this man ? Albert ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist HENRY HART MILMAN holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Titmouse tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Seite 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Seite 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Seite 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Seite 52 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Seite 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Seite 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Seite 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Seite 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Seite 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...