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Pagina 12
... seemed to understand that it was one of Thacke- This untoward state of things went on for one hour , still no Thackeray and no dinner . English reticence would not allow any remark as to the absence of our host . Everybody felt serious ...
... seemed to understand that it was one of Thacke- This untoward state of things went on for one hour , still no Thackeray and no dinner . English reticence would not allow any remark as to the absence of our host . Everybody felt serious ...
Pagina 14
... seemed satisfied that the thing was feasible , selected the smallest one in the half dozen , and then bowed his head as if he were saying grace . All eyes were upon him to watch the effect of a new sensation in the person of a great ...
... seemed satisfied that the thing was feasible , selected the smallest one in the half dozen , and then bowed his head as if he were saying grace . All eyes were upon him to watch the effect of a new sensation in the person of a great ...
Pagina 19
... seemed to prevail through the smugglers and pirates . They had been driven whole household , and she heard of nothing to this mode of life by a dreadful famine and from morning till night but the desperate the oppressions of the ...
... seemed to prevail through the smugglers and pirates . They had been driven whole household , and she heard of nothing to this mode of life by a dreadful famine and from morning till night but the desperate the oppressions of the ...
Pagina 21
... seemed irresolute - but his affec- tions finally prevailed over his suspicions , and preparations were instantly made for their de- parture , as if he intended to accompany her . When she recovered she was in perfect silence and ...
... seemed irresolute - but his affec- tions finally prevailed over his suspicions , and preparations were instantly made for their de- parture , as if he intended to accompany her . When she recovered she was in perfect silence and ...
Pagina 33
... seemed hunger - bitten ; and sufferings of that sort often make children look older than they are . From this forlorn child I learned , that she had slept and lived there alone for some time before I came : and great joy the poor ...
... seemed hunger - bitten ; and sufferings of that sort often make children look older than they are . From this forlorn child I learned , that she had slept and lived there alone for some time before I came : and great joy the poor ...
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Pagina 41 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Pagina 75 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Pagina 41 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Pagina 358 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Pagina 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Pagina 41 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 15 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Pagina 41 - 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 261 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Pagina 65 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.