The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 pagini |
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Pagina 6
... green hills Were mine , and mine the woods that clothed them- Achzib had done unwisely in making too direct an This was my patrimony ! a fair spot , attack . The integrity of principle may be under - Than which this green and pleasant ...
... green hills Were mine , and mine the woods that clothed them- Achzib had done unwisely in making too direct an This was my patrimony ! a fair spot , attack . The integrity of principle may be under - Than which this green and pleasant ...
Pagina 7
... green boughs , like the sylvan gods : And these repaid him with sweet flatteries , And with bewitching smiles and honeyed words The lord of Torres did outgo his rents ; His many friends had ta'en his ready cash ; This was a jeweller ...
... green boughs , like the sylvan gods : And these repaid him with sweet flatteries , And with bewitching smiles and honeyed words The lord of Torres did outgo his rents ; His many friends had ta'en his ready cash ; This was a jeweller ...
Pagina 36
... green turf - music is heard , and handsomely dressed people are walking about . The interior of a Grecian temple , which commands a partial view of the gardens - Raymond reclines on a couch , Clara sits at his feet , her hair bound with ...
... green turf - music is heard , and handsomely dressed people are walking about . The interior of a Grecian temple , which commands a partial view of the gardens - Raymond reclines on a couch , Clara sits at his feet , her hair bound with ...
Pagina 58
... green , waving tree - tops ! Bertha . Yet , yet again ! these sounds might wake the dead ! Fab . To those cooped up , the strife is more appal- ling [ They go into the inner room . Than in the open air , amid the contest . Soldier ...
... green , waving tree - tops ! Bertha . Yet , yet again ! these sounds might wake the dead ! Fab . To those cooped up , the strife is more appal- ling [ They go into the inner room . Than in the open air , amid the contest . Soldier ...
Pagina 78
... green ; And not far had she travelled ere A cruel sight was seen . Under the green and leafy boughs Where singing birds were set ; At strife about their heritage , Two ruffian brothers met . " Thou shalt not of our father's land , The ...
... green ; And not far had she travelled ere A cruel sight was seen . Under the green and leafy boughs Where singing birds were set ; At strife about their heritage , Two ruffian brothers met . " Thou shalt not of our father's land , The ...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Vizualizare completă - 1840 |
The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Vizualizare completă - 1840 |
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist HENRY HART MILMAN holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Titmouse tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Pagina 423 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Pagina 447 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Pagina 20 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Pagina 52 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...
Pagina 52 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Pagina 447 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 52 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Pagina 119 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.
Pagina 447 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Pagina 52 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...