Noctes ambrosianaeBlackwood, 1856 |
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... Death of the Lion , 268 Shepherd " pestered wi ' a Popinjay , 269 A Fry . - National Manners , 270 The Shopocracy , 271 Manners of Whigs and Radicals , 272 The Manners of Literary Men , 273 Thomas Campbell , 274 The Term " Good Society ...
... Death of the Lion , 268 Shepherd " pestered wi ' a Popinjay , 269 A Fry . - National Manners , 270 The Shopocracy , 271 Manners of Whigs and Radicals , 272 The Manners of Literary Men , 273 Thomas Campbell , 274 The Term " Good Society ...
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... death , why then I pronounce it an admirable imitation . Laid out ! Limb and body stiff and stark as a winter clod - mouth open - eyes ditto , and glazed like a window - pane in frost . How white his lips ! And is there no breath ...
... death , why then I pronounce it an admirable imitation . Laid out ! Limb and body stiff and stark as a winter clod - mouth open - eyes ditto , and glazed like a window - pane in frost . How white his lips ! And is there no breath ...
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... death ! Rather than see her walking all in white , and with white roses in her hair , into the church , leaning on that arm , her fair face crimsoning with blushes at the altar , as if breathed from the shadow of a rosy cloud , Love ...
... death ! Rather than see her walking all in white , and with white roses in her hair , into the church , leaning on that arm , her fair face crimsoning with blushes at the altar , as if breathed from the shadow of a rosy cloud , Love ...
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... Death now hath claimed his spoil- Fling the pall over her ! Lap we earth's lightest soil , Wherewith to cover her ! Where down in yonder vale Lilies are growing , Mourners the pure and pale , Sweet tears bestowing ! Morning and evening ...
... Death now hath claimed his spoil- Fling the pall over her ! Lap we earth's lightest soil , Wherewith to cover her ! Where down in yonder vale Lilies are growing , Mourners the pure and pale , Sweet tears bestowing ! Morning and evening ...
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... death - doom is cast , One remembrance will not leave her , Thine will linger to the last . Dearest maiden ! thou art weeping ! Must I from those eyes remove ? Hath thy heart no soft pulse sleeping , Which might waken into love ? No ! I ...
... death - doom is cast , One remembrance will not leave her , Thine will linger to the last . Dearest maiden ! thou art weeping ! Must I from those eyes remove ? Hath thy heart no soft pulse sleeping , Which might waken into love ? No ! I ...
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Страница 10 - 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 3 - 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.
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