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... things unsightly to strange ee ; 2 For hut and palace show like filthily : The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt's plague ...
... things unsightly to strange ee ; 2 For hut and palace show like filthily : The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt , Though shent with Egypt's plague ...
Pagina 40
... things prone , - Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . CVII . - The other , deep and slow , exhausting thought , And hiving wisdom with each studious year , In meditation dwelt , with learning wrought , And shaped his ...
... things prone , - Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . CVII . - The other , deep and slow , exhausting thought , And hiving wisdom with each studious year , In meditation dwelt , with learning wrought , And shaped his ...
Pagina 44
... Things of ignoble or of savage mood , Endure and shrink not , we of nobler clay May temper it to bear , —it is but for a day - XXII . All suffering doth destroy , or is destroy'd Even by the sufferer ; and , in each event Ends : Some ...
... Things of ignoble or of savage mood , Endure and shrink not , we of nobler clay May temper it to bear , —it is but for a day - XXII . All suffering doth destroy , or is destroy'd Even by the sufferer ; and , in each event Ends : Some ...
Pagina 56
... things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain sear'd , my heart riven , Hopes sapp'd , name blighted , Life's life lied away ? And only not to desperation driven , Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those ...
... things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain sear'd , my heart riven , Hopes sapp'd , name blighted , Life's life lied away ? And only not to desperation driven , Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those ...
Pagina 125
... things to come than the things before ! 12 Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve O'er that which hath been , and o'er that which must be : What we have seen , our sons shall see ...
... things to come than the things before ! 12 Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve O'er that which hath been , and o'er that which must be : What we have seen , our sons shall see ...
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Pagina 457 - walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, Which waves in
Pagina 24 - then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; * [knell
Pagina 55 - them a terror—'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here. CLXXXV. My task is done 3 —my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is
Pagina 32 - From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But ever)' mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud
Pagina 25 - heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes :— How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill 1 But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, [ears ! And Evan's, Donald's ' fame rings in each clansman's
Pagina 461 - the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur arc loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! the
Pagina 19 - their name defiled from Slavery's mournful LXXVL Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? no ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots
Pagina 31 - voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love Instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' force, to be Inadequate to the delineation : a painting can
Pagina 464 - Thus much I at least may recall, It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd Deserved to be dearest of all : In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still Is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing. Which speaks to my spirit of thee. July M.
Pagina 136 - We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell I In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — ' My very chains and I grew friends. So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I