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... round the porch has worn its wavy bowers The night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow - grass Tailpiece ( Floral ) Vignette To night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind And the swallow ' ll come back again with sum ...
... round the porch has worn its wavy bowers The night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow - grass Tailpiece ( Floral ) Vignette To night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind And the swallow ' ll come back again with sum ...
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... round , The carver holme , the maple seldom inward sound : Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Until the blustering storm is overblown , When weening to return , whence they did stray , They cannot find that path which first ...
... round , The carver holme , the maple seldom inward sound : Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Until the blustering storm is overblown , When weening to return , whence they did stray , They cannot find that path which first ...
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... round about me plast : Yet hope I well that , when this storm is past , My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief . Till then I wander careful ...
... round about me plast : Yet hope I well that , when this storm is past , My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief . Till then I wander careful ...
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... round hollow ball , FRI Blown full of wind , for emblem of this All ; Adorn it fair , and flourish every part With flowers and fruits , with brooks , beasts , fish , and fowl , With rarest cunning of thy curious art : And grave in gold ...
... round hollow ball , FRI Blown full of wind , for emblem of this All ; Adorn it fair , and flourish every part With flowers and fruits , with brooks , beasts , fish , and fowl , With rarest cunning of thy curious art : And grave in gold ...
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... round , to look on one , Whom , if we were not very dull , We could not choose but look on still , Since there is no place so alone , The which he doth not fill . Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace archèd lies : The other ...
... round , to look on one , Whom , if we were not very dull , We could not choose but look on still , Since there is no place so alone , The which he doth not fill . Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace archèd lies : The other ...
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Página 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Página 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Página 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Página 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 299 - 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 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Página 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...