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... night in my bed , nor even reposed my head upon my pillow , without giving vent to my eternal abhorrence of such enormous and preposterous principles ' . In poetry generally , and in passages of rhetorical force and grandeur , it is ...
... night in my bed , nor even reposed my head upon my pillow , without giving vent to my eternal abhorrence of such enormous and preposterous principles ' . In poetry generally , and in passages of rhetorical force and grandeur , it is ...
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... night . while ' their ' companions ' slept ' ( time ) , upward ' ( di- rection ) , in ' the ' night ' ( time ) * A sentence is termed complex when , with only one Principal SUBJ , and Pred . , it contains two or more finite verbs ...
... night . while ' their ' companions ' slept ' ( time ) , upward ' ( di- rection ) , in ' the ' night ' ( time ) * A sentence is termed complex when , with only one Principal SUBJ , and Pred . , it contains two or more finite verbs ...
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... estranged . Where the lamps quiver , Far down in the river , With many a light From window and casement , From garret to basement , - Houseless by night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver THE PASSIONS . 39.
... estranged . Where the lamps quiver , Far down in the river , With many a light From window and casement , From garret to basement , - Houseless by night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver THE PASSIONS . 39.
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... night and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by the Power that pities me , I learn to pity them : But ...
... night and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by the Power that pities me , I learn to pity them : But ...
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... night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring , happy bells , across the snow ; The year is going , let him go ; Ring out the false , ring in the true . Ring out the grief that saps the mind ...
... night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring , happy bells , across the snow ; The year is going , let him go ; Ring out the false , ring in the true . Ring out the grief that saps the mind ...
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Страница 390 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
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Страница 140 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Страница 359 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Страница 137 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Страница 143 - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Страница 49 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.