The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeCrissy and Markley, 1847 - 221 pages |
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... dead . Enter Thomas of Torres with a small lantern in his hand . Thos . Rings ; dagger - sheaths ; gold chains and spurs ; massy gold embroidery - this is all clear gain -no deduction for agents - no plaguy discount - all net profit ...
... dead . Enter Thomas of Torres with a small lantern in his hand . Thos . Rings ; dagger - sheaths ; gold chains and spurs ; massy gold embroidery - this is all clear gain -no deduction for agents - no plaguy discount - all net profit ...
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... dead man's face- at least to - night ! [ He gathers up his spoil , and goes slowly off . SCENE VI . -- A foreign city . - A miserable den - like room , surround- ed with iron chests , secured with heavy padlocks — the door and windows ...
... dead man's face- at least to - night ! [ He gathers up his spoil , and goes slowly off . SCENE VI . -- A foreign city . - A miserable den - like room , surround- ed with iron chests , secured with heavy padlocks — the door and windows ...
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... dead , Albert . She is a goodly ship , well - built and large , But in her aspect she has something strange ; She walks the glittering waters wearily ; There is an air of desolation on her ; If she were human , I should call her haggard ...
... dead , Albert . She is a goodly ship , well - built and large , But in her aspect she has something strange ; She walks the glittering waters wearily ; There is an air of desolation on her ; If she were human , I should call her haggard ...
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... dead with such a voice as that ? If thou know'st aught of this , by all that ' s sacred Thy life shall answer for ' t ! Cap . - My hands are clean [ He reels out of the cabin . Of this girl's life ! But listen , and I'll tell you— Your ...
... dead with such a voice as that ? If thou know'st aught of this , by all that ' s sacred Thy life shall answer for ' t ! Cap . - My hands are clean [ He reels out of the cabin . Of this girl's life ! But listen , and I'll tell you— Your ...
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... dead ! [ He rushes out . Cap . I'll let them settle it as they like best . T was but to know if she were dead or living That the poor men approached her ! [ He goes to an inner chamber . - Thou hast brought misery on me ! I am dyed ...
... dead ! [ He rushes out . Cap . I'll let them settle it as they like best . T was but to know if she were dead or living That the poor men approached her ! [ He goes to an inner chamber . - Thou hast brought misery on me ! I am dyed ...
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Affichage du livre entier - 1845 |
The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Affichage du livre entier - 1840 |
The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume Mary Botham Howitt Affichage du livre entier - 1840 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...