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... thee well ! fare thee well ! fare thee well ! Far hence I shall wander to - morrow : Ah me ! Ah me ! Dark is my doom ; and from thee I sever , Whom I have loved alone ; It were cruel to link THY fate for ever With sorrows like MY own ...
... thee well ! fare thee well ! fare thee well ! Far hence I shall wander to - morrow : Ah me ! Ah me ! Dark is my doom ; and from thee I sever , Whom I have loved alone ; It were cruel to link THY fate for ever With sorrows like MY own ...
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... thee . I left thee a mere child - and now Thou art a woman grown ; Blending thy mother's playful charms With beauties all thine own ; Thou hast her dimples , and her smile , Her buoyancy and mirth ; And , blest inheritance ! thy heart ...
... thee . I left thee a mere child - and now Thou art a woman grown ; Blending thy mother's playful charms With beauties all thine own ; Thou hast her dimples , and her smile , Her buoyancy and mirth ; And , blest inheritance ! thy heart ...
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... thee in health and cheerfulness to comfort me the few re- maining years , I shall be happy even in my grief . If it please God that we escape the merciless intentions of that first and last enemy of our peace , and lose not our little ...
... thee in health and cheerfulness to comfort me the few re- maining years , I shall be happy even in my grief . If it please God that we escape the merciless intentions of that first and last enemy of our peace , and lose not our little ...
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... thee ! Thou beautiful star , are thy rays less pure , That they fail to - night in their wonted lure ? Oh , ever till now hath it made me blest , To muse upon thee as my home of rest ! 2 . " Thy beams are as bright , thou queen of the ...
... thee ! Thou beautiful star , are thy rays less pure , That they fail to - night in their wonted lure ? Oh , ever till now hath it made me blest , To muse upon thee as my home of rest ! 2 . " Thy beams are as bright , thou queen of the ...
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... thee not - for thou hast sworn , To speed thee back to thy lonely maid ; And though midnight's past , thou❜lt come ere morn , For thou may'st not but by death be stay'd . But ah , woe is me ! my cheek is wet- My heart is full and ...
... thee not - for thou hast sworn , To speed thee back to thy lonely maid ; And though midnight's past , thou❜lt come ere morn , For thou may'st not but by death be stay'd . But ah , woe is me ! my cheek is wet- My heart is full and ...
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Página 34 - My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace; both joining, As join'd in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assign'd us, That cruel serpent.
Página 47 - The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.
Página 47 - THE QUEEN OF HEARTS THE Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And with them ran away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more!
Página 158 - Twixt crimson banks ; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land. Or listening to the tide, with closed sight, Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
Página 177 - No genial fount, no grateful tree, rise with their pleasant company. Never a beast or bird is there, in that hoary desert bare. Nothing breaks the almighty stillness. Even the jackal's felon cry might seem a soothing melody.
Página 112 - ... unconscious of Bacchus, or but idly casting her eyes as upon some unconcerning pageant, — her soul undistracted from Theseus, — Ariadne is still pacing the solitary shore, in as much heart-silence, and in almost the same local solitude with which she awoke at day-break to catch the forlorn last glances of the sail that bore away the Athenian.
Página 180 - It was midnight; the cold full moon showered its brilliancy upon this narrow valley, shut in on all sides by black and barren mountains. A single being stood at the entrance of the cave. " It was Alroy. Desperate and determined, after listening to the two spirits in the tomb, he was resolved to penetrate the mysteries of Genthesma.
Página 62 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island...
Página 31 - ... prospect, are, in our estimation, really delicious. Their very familiar and easy simplicity makes them so. They are impressed in every page, every line, every word, with the reality of truth and the glow of nature. They are evidently no inventions, but transcripts. His scenes stretch away before you ; his people move, look, and walk with an individuality and a force only to be produced by the hand of a master. Indeed, these opening pages are full of those delightfully graphic and pleasing delineations...