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... night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell ; my blessing season thee in this . Shakespere . 3 THE MAY QUEEN . PART FIRST . By permission of Messrs . Strahan & Co. ) You must wake and call me early , call me early ...
... night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell ; my blessing season thee in this . Shakespere . 3 THE MAY QUEEN . PART FIRST . By permission of Messrs . Strahan & Co. ) You must wake and call me early , call me early ...
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... night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow- grass , And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass : There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day ; And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm ...
... night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow- grass , And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass : There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day ; And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm ...
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... night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring happy bells across the snow ; The year is going - let him go ; Ring out the false , ring in the true . Ring out the grief that saps the mind ...
... night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring happy bells across the snow ; The year is going - let him go ; Ring out the false , ring in the true . Ring out the grief that saps the mind ...
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... will linger near Our Cottage . Let those who are to blessings blind Be warn'd ! The right path ever mind , And then a heaven on earth they'll find Their Cottage . B Anon . 26 ABSALOM . ABSALOM . THE waters slept . Night's Anon.
... will linger near Our Cottage . Let those who are to blessings blind Be warn'd ! The right path ever mind , And then a heaven on earth they'll find Their Cottage . B Anon . 26 ABSALOM . ABSALOM . THE waters slept . Night's Anon.
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Ferguson. 26 ABSALOM . ABSALOM . THE waters slept . Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom , and the eddies curl'd Their glassy rings beneath it , like the still , Unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse . The reeds bent down ...
Ferguson. 26 ABSALOM . ABSALOM . THE waters slept . Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom , and the eddies curl'd Their glassy rings beneath it , like the still , Unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse . The reeds bent down ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms beautiful snow bells beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO breast breath bright brow Brutus Charles Mackay cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep door dread dreams earth eyes face fair FAKENHAM father fear fell flowers gazed goblet grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HERCULANEUM hope Horace Smith Inchcape Rock John's eve KING ROBERT kiss knew lady light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton maiden mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never nevermore night Numps o'er ocean once ORATOR PUFF ORISKA Pay your tithes Pigswiddy PYRAMUS AND THISBE Quoth Quoth the Raven ring ROBERT OF SICILY round seeing's not believing sigh sleep smile soul sound spoke stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne Twas Valmond voice wave wild woman of mind words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 61 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his...
Página 18 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Página 153 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 153 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Página 153 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 235 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Página 17 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 154 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Página 155 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Página 153 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.