...C'oleridge (1798) and O'Shaughnessy (1881) might come the passage which ends ' La Belle Dame sans Merci,' Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. The first page of Dr. Craigie's section introduces us to the "Siamese Twins" (1814-74)Under " Sibyl...

...horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the...sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. frge in Cptoline. FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly...

...found me here, On the cold hill's side. " And llib is why I sojourn here Alone, and palely loiteiing, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing." 1 have not i^rcat confidence in the extent of mv reading, but 1 have n, great mind to pronounce this...

...in the gloom With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill side. Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And this is why I sojourn here, And no birds sing. THE BERMUDAS. By ANDREW MARVELL, a poet of the age of...

...in thrall ! ' " I saw their starved lips in the gloom, With horrid warning, gaped wide ; And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side. " And this is why I sojourn here, • Alone and palely loitering ; Though the sedge is wither d from the lake, And no birds...

...were they all; ' I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. ' And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake And no birds sing.'...

...are their happiest, wildest songs kept for the snow and the sleet ? Why are they so joyous when «« The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing ? " Why, indeed, let us think of that. If I should ever move into the country it will be on one condition —...

...horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill-side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the...sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. J. Keats. CXIX. LIFE AND DEATH. HAT is Life, Father?' ' A Battle, my child, Where the strongest lance...

...in thrall!" Xl. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide. And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds...

...tliee in thrall ! ' " I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing."...