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Страница 303 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Страница 263 - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride.
Страница 57 - And tempting fancy to ascend, And with immortal Spirits blend ! Wings at my shoulders seem to play ; But, rooted here, I stand and gaze On those bright steps that heavenward raise Their practicable way. Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad, And see to what fair countries ye are bound...
Страница 82 - A painted vest prince Vortigern had on, Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.
Страница 112 - And you, brave COBHAM ! to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death : Such in those moments as in all the past ; " Oh, save my country, Heaven !
Страница 8 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Glances from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, turns them to shape, And gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name !
Страница 1 - Gently as a weary wave Sinks, when the summer breeze, hath died, Against an anchored vessel's side ; Even so, without distress, doth she Lie down in peace, and lovingly. The day is placid in its going, To a lingering motion bound, Like the river in its flowing— Can there be a softer sound ? So the balmy minutes pass, While this radiant creature lies Couched upon the dewy grass, Pensively with downcast eyes.
Страница 261 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits and we are tired.