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... soon . But it is not my Charlotte , it is not the bride of my youth , the mother of my children , that will be laid among the ruins of Dryburgh , which we have so often visited in gaiety and pastime . No , no . " I do not experience ...
... soon . But it is not my Charlotte , it is not the bride of my youth , the mother of my children , that will be laid among the ruins of Dryburgh , which we have so often visited in gaiety and pastime . No , no . " I do not experience ...
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... soon on all await ; No need of a prophetic eye , For blood , and fire , and chains are nigh . But now has come the fearful hour When I would prove that higher power , And read in yonder starry heaven Events to future ages given ...
... soon on all await ; No need of a prophetic eye , For blood , and fire , and chains are nigh . But now has come the fearful hour When I would prove that higher power , And read in yonder starry heaven Events to future ages given ...
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... soon he reached Alhambra's hall . telling , O where was now that lordly crowd- Age after age on our enemies sweep . " Where was the welcome clear and loud , O how did Osmail's throbbing breast Second the maiden's last request ; Lo ! as ...
... soon he reached Alhambra's hall . telling , O where was now that lordly crowd- Age after age on our enemies sweep . " Where was the welcome clear and loud , O how did Osmail's throbbing breast Second the maiden's last request ; Lo ! as ...
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... soon was heard the sound Of charger speeding o'er the ground . Grenada's gates were open thrown , The draw - bridge fell with clanging tone , But onward , onward , still he flew , And never bridle rein he drew- Onward , but lo ! yon ...
... soon was heard the sound Of charger speeding o'er the ground . Grenada's gates were open thrown , The draw - bridge fell with clanging tone , But onward , onward , still he flew , And never bridle rein he drew- Onward , but lo ! yon ...
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... soon realize when fairly immured within those scholastic walls . Stirred by the crowd of busy present and prospective pleasures , which thronged upon my mind , I could scarce contemplate with any degree of calmness , the novelty and the ...
... soon realize when fairly immured within those scholastic walls . Stirred by the crowd of busy present and prospective pleasures , which thronged upon my mind , I could scarce contemplate with any degree of calmness , the novelty and the ...
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Seite 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Seite 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Seite 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Seite 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Seite 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Seite 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Seite 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Seite 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Seite 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.