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... Till after the Christmas day Fill out a glass of Bucellas ; Here ! -boys put the crown on my head : Now , boys ... Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and bays ; Gravity's nothing but ...
... Till after the Christmas day Fill out a glass of Bucellas ; Here ! -boys put the crown on my head : Now , boys ... Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and bays ; Gravity's nothing but ...
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... Till half her form resplendently proclaims An envious rival to the stars around- Then mark'st thou not , that nought of her sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till ...
... Till half her form resplendently proclaims An envious rival to the stars around- Then mark'st thou not , that nought of her sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till ...
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... till they adjourn " spend the evening " at the " flash - and foolish " houses which " keep it up " a night in the peculiar neighbourhood o the public office , Bow - street . This i more than mere animal gratification , as the police ...
... till they adjourn " spend the evening " at the " flash - and foolish " houses which " keep it up " a night in the peculiar neighbourhood o the public office , Bow - street . This i more than mere animal gratification , as the police ...
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... till they had retired . The old mon- keys then launched the boat , put to sea , baited their hooks , and proceeded to work The few fish they caught , they hauled up with infinite gratification , and when tired they landed , placed the ...
... till they had retired . The old mon- keys then launched the boat , put to sea , baited their hooks , and proceeded to work The few fish they caught , they hauled up with infinite gratification , and when tired they landed , placed the ...
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... till the 7th of August , when he awak- ed , and went into the fields , where he found people busy in getting in the har- vest , and remembered that when he fell asleep they were sowing their oats and barley . From that time he remained ...
... till the 7th of August , when he awak- ed , and went into the fields , where he found people busy in getting in the har- vest , and remembered that when he fell asleep they were sowing their oats and barley . From that time he remained ...
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Seite 565 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Seite 251 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Seite 939 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 1141 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Seite 253 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 251 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 939 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 525 - Tis Flora's page: — In every place, In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace, And blossoms everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humble buds unheeded rise; The Rose has but a summer reign, — The Daisy never dies.
Seite 603 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Seite 249 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.