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... once Brave sons in Troy , and now I cannot say That one is left me . Fifty children had I , When the Greeks came ; nineteen were of one womb ; The rest my women bore me in my house . The knees of many of these fierce Mars has loosen d ...
... once Brave sons in Troy , and now I cannot say That one is left me . Fifty children had I , When the Greeks came ; nineteen were of one womb ; The rest my women bore me in my house . The knees of many of these fierce Mars has loosen d ...
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... once offends ; Bright as the sun - her eyes the gazers strike , And like the sun - they shine on all alike ; Yet graceful ease - and sweetness void of pride , Might hide her faults - if belles had faults to hide ; If to her share - some ...
... once offends ; Bright as the sun - her eyes the gazers strike , And like the sun - they shine on all alike ; Yet graceful ease - and sweetness void of pride , Might hide her faults - if belles had faults to hide ; If to her share - some ...
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... once the wind was laid . -The whispering sound Was dumb . - A rising earthquake rock'd the ground . With deeper brown the grove was overspread— A sudden horror seiz'd his giddy head- And his ears tinkled - and his color fled . Nature ...
... once the wind was laid . -The whispering sound Was dumb . - A rising earthquake rock'd the ground . With deeper brown the grove was overspread— A sudden horror seiz'd his giddy head- And his ears tinkled - and his color fled . Nature ...
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... once contemplated them , as me- morials of that gentle and exalted content which extends itself over all thoughts and actions with which it co - exists . great secret of morals is love , or a going out of our own nature , and an ...
... once contemplated them , as me- morials of that gentle and exalted content which extends itself over all thoughts and actions with which it co - exists . great secret of morals is love , or a going out of our own nature , and an ...
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... once begun , he repels none but the anti - poetical . Others may not be able to read him continuously ; but more or less , and as an enchanted stream " to dip into , " they will read him always . In Spenser's time , orthography was ...
... once begun , he repels none but the anti - poetical . Others may not be able to read him continuously ; but more or less , and as an enchanted stream " to dip into , " they will read him always . In Spenser's time , orthography was ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ariel Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson Bessus Caliban character charm Chaucer Coleridge Corb dance Dante delight devil doth dream earth exquisite eyes Faerie Queene fair fairy fancy fear feeling flowers genius gentle give grace hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven Hecate horse Hudibras humor imagination Kath king lady live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Mammon melancholy Milton mock-heroic Molière moon Morpheus mortal nature never night nymphs o'er Oberon passage passion Petruchio play poem poet poetical poetry pray Priam Proserpina queen quod quoth reader rhyme sense Shakspeare sing sleep soft Sompnour song soul sound speak Spenser spirit stanza sweet Sycorax Tamburlaine Tartuffe tell thee Theoph things thou art thought TITANIA truth unto verse wanton wind witch wood word writing young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 219 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 189 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 252 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Página 252 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 177 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 233 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Página 194 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Página 88 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Página 250 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 186 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus