De Mowbray, a legend, and other poems1854 |
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... tell . O Nature ! ' tis a glorious time To see thee in the morning's prime , When all around appears to raise A joyous hymn of love and praise , Which bursts from forest , field , and sky In one full tide of melody ! There is on every ...
... tell . O Nature ! ' tis a glorious time To see thee in the morning's prime , When all around appears to raise A joyous hymn of love and praise , Which bursts from forest , field , and sky In one full tide of melody ! There is on every ...
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... tell , She looked so like a fiend of hell ; A love destroyed , a cold despair , With hatred and revenge were there . Then stooping , in her hand she took Some water from the crystal brook ; She rose then wildly gazing round , And flung ...
... tell , She looked so like a fiend of hell ; A love destroyed , a cold despair , With hatred and revenge were there . Then stooping , in her hand she took Some water from the crystal brook ; She rose then wildly gazing round , And flung ...
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... deep ; I will never quit thy sight . " On every passing gale , Thou shalt ever hear a voice , Which will always tell my tale , And forbid thee to rejoice . " Thou can'st not escape my hate , Though thou DE MOWBRAY . 43.
... deep ; I will never quit thy sight . " On every passing gale , Thou shalt ever hear a voice , Which will always tell my tale , And forbid thee to rejoice . " Thou can'st not escape my hate , Though thou DE MOWBRAY . 43.
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... shadows forth the scenes that tell Of that fair land where spirits dwell , That you would think that angels now Had come from Heaven to earth below , To walk this weary world awhile O'er man a faithful 48 DE MOWBRAY .
... shadows forth the scenes that tell Of that fair land where spirits dwell , That you would think that angels now Had come from Heaven to earth below , To walk this weary world awhile O'er man a faithful 48 DE MOWBRAY .
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... secret power that uncontrolled , Could sway De Mowbray to her will , Be it for good intent or ill . Gone are they - and like the wind No trace of them is left behind ; But what their fate no tongue can tell , For 54 DE MOWBRAY .
... secret power that uncontrolled , Could sway De Mowbray to her will , Be it for good intent or ill . Gone are they - and like the wind No trace of them is left behind ; But what their fate no tongue can tell , For 54 DE MOWBRAY .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
15th Hussars amid ancient angel AUGUSTIN THIERRY Ave Maris Stella beauty beneath birds bloom breast bright castle Church cloth gilt Convocation Crown 8vo dark deep delight Doctor of Philosophy dream dwell earth earthly EMMELINE STUART WORTLEY EPAMINONDAS fade fair Fcap fear feel floated gazed gentle GEORGE STANLEY FABER gilt edges glittering grief HARRIET BEECHER STOWE hast hath heart Heaven History holy hope hour Illustrations Inez JOSEPH WOLF Lady EMMELINE STUART light lonely mind misery's morocco Mowbray nature night o'er peace Penwortham Poems poetical Post 8vo prayer Printed in colours Priory rest Ribble's ROBERT ARIS WILLMOTT Scottish Highlanders Second Edition sewed shed sigh sight silent Sir ROBERT RICH sleep Small 4to smile soon soul spirit sweet sweetly tale tear thee things THIRD ESTATE THOMAS CARLYLE thou thoughts trembling Twas volume watch wild wind WOLF woods written young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 73 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 11 - n belle donne oneste atti soavi Sono un deserto, e fere aspre, e selvagge. SONETTO. QUEL Rosignuul che sì soave piagne Forse suoi figli, o sua cara consorte, Di 'dolcezza empie il cielo e le campagne Con tante note sì pietose e scorte, E tutta notte par che m' accompagne, E mi rammento la mia dura sorte ; Ch' altri che me non ho di cui mi lagne ; Che 'n Dee non credev
Página 70 - The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread. Full oft, when storms the welkin rend, Draws lightning down upon the head It promised to defend. But thou art true, incarnate Lord, Who didst vouchsafe for man to die; Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word No change can falsify!
Página 77 - Jessica : look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim.
Página 67 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues.
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