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When these guerdons are brought forward in exposure ; for the ear we have " the
sound of the curfew ; " “ the lowing of the herds , returning to their stalls ; " “ the
tinkling ( I suppose ) of wether - bells ; " “ the droning of the beetle ; ” and “ the ...
When these guerdons are brought forward in exposure ; for the ear we have " the
sound of the curfew ; " “ the lowing of the herds , returning to their stalls ; " “ the
tinkling ( I suppose ) of wether - bells ; " “ the droning of the beetle ; ” and “ the ...
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It holds of the Italian school ; has in it more of sound than sense ; and the little
sense it has is not much helped forward by the sound ; notwithstanding the
accelerating power of the letter l , which he has here employ : ed upon the
principles of ...
It holds of the Italian school ; has in it more of sound than sense ; and the little
sense it has is not much helped forward by the sound ; notwithstanding the
accelerating power of the letter l , which he has here employ : ed upon the
principles of ...
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A distant trampling was at length heard , and the glance of spears was seen to
shine through the trees above the • village . The sounds increased and became
more thick , one close continuous rushing sound , in which the tread • of hoofs
was ...
A distant trampling was at length heard , and the glance of spears was seen to
shine through the trees above the • village . The sounds increased and became
more thick , one close continuous rushing sound , in which the tread • of hoofs
was ...
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His downcast eye on earth is bent , His soul to every sound is lent , For in each
shout that cleaves the air May ring discovery and despair . i . What ' vailed it him ,
that brightly played The morning sun on Mortham ' s glade ? All seems in giddy ...
His downcast eye on earth is bent , His soul to every sound is lent , For in each
shout that cleaves the air May ring discovery and despair . i . What ' vailed it him ,
that brightly played The morning sun on Mortham ' s glade ? All seems in giddy ...
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... and forwards shook the * battlements , the court resounded with the hasty
gallop of messengers who went and returned upon errands of importance , and
the din of warlike preparation was mingled with the sound of female lamentation .
... and forwards shook the * battlements , the court resounded with the hasty
gallop of messengers who went and returned upon errands of importance , and
the din of warlike preparation was mingled with the sound of female lamentation .
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Página 54 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 3 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 9 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 4 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 8 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 1 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD / THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 104 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 2 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 7 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 5 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...