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Pagina vi
... Night Children , the Chivalry and Puritanism Colonel's Deathbed , the Condition of India , on the Coral Grove , the . · Coronation of Inez de Castro Cottar's Saturday Night Country Dance , a Critic , the • Curfew must not Ring To - night ...
... Night Children , the Chivalry and Puritanism Colonel's Deathbed , the Condition of India , on the Coral Grove , the . · Coronation of Inez de Castro Cottar's Saturday Night Country Dance , a Critic , the • Curfew must not Ring To - night ...
Pagina 16
... night . A man convinced against his will ( thought great Galileo ) is of the same opinion still . ( 56. ) THE FISHERMAN . Oh ! the fisherman is a happy wight , he dabbles by day and he sniggles by night ; he trolls for fish , and he ...
... night . A man convinced against his will ( thought great Galileo ) is of the same opinion still . ( 56. ) THE FISHERMAN . Oh ! the fisherman is a happy wight , he dabbles by day and he sniggles by night ; he trolls for fish , and he ...
Pagina 17
... night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of her wanderings with the old man . They were of no painful scenes , but of those who had helped them ...
... night ; but as the hours crept on she sank to sleep . They could tell , by what she faintly uttered in her dreams , that they were of her wanderings with the old man . They were of no painful scenes , but of those who had helped them ...
Pagina 31
... night ' ! summer and winter ! months ' ! years ' ! centuries ' ! These are but arbitrary and outward signs ' - the measure of time / not time itself . Time is the life of the soul ' . If not this ' — then tell me what is time ' ? - Long ...
... night ' ! summer and winter ! months ' ! years ' ! centuries ' ! These are but arbitrary and outward signs ' - the measure of time / not time itself . Time is the life of the soul ' . If not this ' — then tell me what is time ' ? - Long ...
Pagina 40
... night ; There is an Ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light . There is an Arm that never tires When human strength gives way ; There is a Love that never fails When earthly loves decay . That Eye is fixed on seraph throngs ...
... night ; There is an Ear that never shuts When sink the beams of light . There is an Arm that never tires When human strength gives way ; There is a Love that never fails When earthly loves decay . That Eye is fixed on seraph throngs ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 128 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Pagina 308 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Pagina 271 - In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Pagina 30 - I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head.
Pagina 52 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents...
Pagina 38 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Pagina 34 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Pagina 43 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Pagina 52 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Pagina 281 - Lenore !"Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping Something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is Something at my window lattice : Let me see then what thereat is, And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.