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... dream on what we'd write , Or on proud tournaments and knights in mail , Or on the beauties of the mountain height , Or on green meadow , or on lowly vale , Till angry at the last in very spite We swift resolved to tell a schoolboy's ...
... dream on what we'd write , Or on proud tournaments and knights in mail , Or on the beauties of the mountain height , Or on green meadow , or on lowly vale , Till angry at the last in very spite We swift resolved to tell a schoolboy's ...
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... ) that I rose In my dear sleepy comrades ' estimations You'll hardly dream , and when I left the room , They thought me a good riddance , I presume . C But here I must conclude the present canto With my THE MARLBOROUGH MAGAZINE . 19.
... ) that I rose In my dear sleepy comrades ' estimations You'll hardly dream , and when I left the room , They thought me a good riddance , I presume . C But here I must conclude the present canto With my THE MARLBOROUGH MAGAZINE . 19.
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... dreams . " We wish not to wound the feeling of any sensitive reader , in saying that this mania , like all manias , dies much the same death as Mr. Crook in Bleak House ; but it leaves its good behind it . The taste has been improved by ...
... dreams . " We wish not to wound the feeling of any sensitive reader , in saying that this mania , like all manias , dies much the same death as Mr. Crook in Bleak House ; but it leaves its good behind it . The taste has been improved by ...
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... dream Would visit none free from Love's trembling flame ) Gentle she was , yet to poor Cupid stern , Her pure white robe in mingled loveliness Seemed interwoven gold and virgin snow , A cloud her brow's commanding majesty Veiled ...
... dream Would visit none free from Love's trembling flame ) Gentle she was , yet to poor Cupid stern , Her pure white robe in mingled loveliness Seemed interwoven gold and virgin snow , A cloud her brow's commanding majesty Veiled ...
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... dream , " he said , " I thought I saw you standing over the body of a man you had killed and I can never forget the ... dreams should be inter- preted in exactly the opposite manner in which they appear — and , Sir , what should I do if ...
... dream , " he said , " I thought I saw you standing over the body of a man you had killed and I can never forget the ... dreams should be inter- preted in exactly the opposite manner in which they appear — and , Sir , what should I do if ...
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Страница 86 - So the people of Nineveh believed GOD, and proclaimed a fast, and put on sackcloth, from the greatest of them even to the least of them. For word came unto the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe from him, and covered him with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
Страница 52 - No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart...
Страница 53 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 72 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Страница 86 - But let man and beast be covered with sackcloth, and cry mightily unto God : yea, let them turn every one from his evil way, and from the violence that is in their hands.
Страница 54 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Страница 22 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my' dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, " She is near, she if near"; And the white rose weeps, " She is. late"; The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear"; And the lily whispers,
Страница 23 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, —The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart...
Страница 53 - Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder ; But...
Страница 21 - For not to desire or admire, if a man could learn it, were more Than to walk all day like the sultan of old in a garden of spice.