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... dead ; — It lies like a living Maid in woe ! — But alas ! for the gloom of those depths below , For the Ghoul revels there in all her pride Till both hunger and rage be satisfied ; And down through the jaws of a loathsome cave , The ...
... dead ; — It lies like a living Maid in woe ! — But alas ! for the gloom of those depths below , For the Ghoul revels there in all her pride Till both hunger and rage be satisfied ; And down through the jaws of a loathsome cave , The ...
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... dead ! No Christian prayer o'er him be said , Nor let the wand'ring Moslem wait For death - alms at his mournful gate ; Not e'en th ' ancestral faith shall claim To carve the legend of his name , Or hew for him a gloomy grave Within his ...
... dead ! No Christian prayer o'er him be said , Nor let the wand'ring Moslem wait For death - alms at his mournful gate ; Not e'en th ' ancestral faith shall claim To carve the legend of his name , Or hew for him a gloomy grave Within his ...
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... ; -it was his last : Alone she bows beside the bed Of him she slew , yet loved so well ; The dying bending o'er the dead ; - And what avails the Golden Spell ? CONCLUSION . With gentle voice and low soft wail , THE GOLDEN SPELL . 31.
... ; -it was his last : Alone she bows beside the bed Of him she slew , yet loved so well ; The dying bending o'er the dead ; - And what avails the Golden Spell ? CONCLUSION . With gentle voice and low soft wail , THE GOLDEN SPELL . 31.
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... dead , And wished myself had lived no more ! My friend was changed , ―he was not there ; ' Twas not his eye so fixed in Death ; -- Life's parting pains and Thought's last care Had fleeted not with fleeting breath , But Hope had fled ...
... dead , And wished myself had lived no more ! My friend was changed , ―he was not there ; ' Twas not his eye so fixed in Death ; -- Life's parting pains and Thought's last care Had fleeted not with fleeting breath , But Hope had fled ...
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... the yellow leaf , And Love betrayed makes Autumn there ! But , though stern Memory's hand hath waked The lingering fires that Time hath slaked , I yield not to Despair ! THE DESPAIR . When I am dead , and in 60 The Betrayal.
... the yellow leaf , And Love betrayed makes Autumn there ! But , though stern Memory's hand hath waked The lingering fires that Time hath slaked , I yield not to Despair ! THE DESPAIR . When I am dead , and in 60 The Betrayal.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Amaranth beam beneath Birds blest bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright brighter day brow calm canst cave charm cheek cloud cold COMMUNION OF SAINTS Daffodil dark dead dear Death deathless deep delight dream drest E'en Earth earthly joy faint fair fear feel felt flowed flower floweret fond gaze gentle glow Goethe Golden Spell grave grief harp hast hath heart Heaven heavenly hope hour Israel Life's light living lonely Lord Love Love's Maid Maiden Mary's Tomb mortal mournful Neath night o'er pain pale peace praise prayer pulse rapture rest rill round seemed shadow shed shines sigh sight silent smile soft song soothe Sorrow soul Spirit Sprite Star steal stream strife sunless sunny sweet tear tempest thee thine thou thought tideless sea tomb Tree Twas Vale voice waked wave wild wind withered
Passagens conhecidas
Página 104 - 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 154 - GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven...
Página 74 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 58 - Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas ; Two strangers meeting at a festival ; Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall ; Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease ; Two graves...
Página 114 - And the river that I sate upon, It made such a noise as it ron, Accordaunt with the birdes armony, Me thought it was the best melody That might ben yheard of any nion.
Página 114 - There as they rested hem all the night, They were so joyfull of the dayes light, They began of May for to done honours. They coud that service all by rote, There was many a lovely note, Some...
Página 36 - IT is the soul that sees; the outward eyes Present the object, but the mind descries; And thence delight, disgust, or cool indiffrence rise: When minds are joyful, then we look around, And what is seen is all on fairy ground; Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue; Or, if...
Página 74 - Qual ninfa in fonti, in selve mai qual dea chiome d'oro sì fino a l'aura sciolse? quando un cor tante in sé vertuti accolse? benché la somma è di mia morte rea. Per divina bellezza indarno mira, chi gli occhi de costei già mai non vide, come soavemente ella gli gira; non sa come Amor sana e come ancide chi non sa come dolce ella sospira e come dolce parla e dolce ride.
Página 154 - Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains. There will I kiss The bowl of bliss; And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But after it will thirst no more.
Página 19 - Così trapassa al trapassar d'un giorno de la vita mortale il fiore e '1 verde; né, perché faccia in dietro aprii ritorno, si rinfiora ella mai, né si rinverde. Cogliam la rosa in su '1 mattino adorno di questo dì, che tosto il seren perde; cogliam d'amor la rosa: amiamo or quando esser si puote riamato amando.