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Страница 96
... in Elysium : Scylla wept , And chid her barking waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself ; But. 96 COMUS .
... in Elysium : Scylla wept , And chid her barking waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself ; But. 96 COMUS .
Страница 109
... wave this wand , Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster , And you a statue , or , as Daphne was , Root - bound , that fled Apollo . Lady . Fool , do not boast ; Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With COMUS . 109.
... wave this wand , Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster , And you a statue , or , as Daphne was , Root - bound , that fled Apollo . Lady . Fool , do not boast ; Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With COMUS . 109.
Страница 117
... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair . Listen for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save . Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus ; By the ...
... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair . Listen for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save . Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus ; By the ...
Страница 119
... waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a thousand petty rills , That tumble down the snowy hills : Summer drought , or singed hair , Never scorch thy tresses fair , Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with ...
... waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a thousand petty rills , That tumble down the snowy hills : Summer drought , or singed hair , Never scorch thy tresses fair , Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with ...
Страница 139
... wave , The Caledonian manly youth resort To their Edina , love's great mart and port , And crowd her theatres with all that grace Which is peculiar to the Scotian race ; At concert , ball , or some fair's marriage - day , O then with ...
... wave , The Caledonian manly youth resort To their Edina , love's great mart and port , And crowd her theatres with all that grace Which is peculiar to the Scotian race ; At concert , ball , or some fair's marriage - day , O then with ...
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Страница 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Страница 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Страница 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Страница 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Страница 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
Страница 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Страница 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.