PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Pagina 19
... sounds much sweeter than by day . Ner . Silence bestows that virtue on it , madam . [ lark Por . The crow does sing ... sound , Or air of music touch their ears , any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn ...
... sounds much sweeter than by day . Ner . Silence bestows that virtue on it , madam . [ lark Por . The crow does sing ... sound , Or air of music touch their ears , any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn ...
Pagina 172
... sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd his eyes , on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woful measures wan Despair , Low , sullen sounds ...
... sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd his eyes , on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woful measures wan Despair , Low , sullen sounds ...
Pagina 250
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil❜d when a sabbath appear'd . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil❜d when a sabbath appear'd . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
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Ajax arms art thou bear beauty behold blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call'd Cassius cheek Comus Cymbeline dead dear death Decius didst dost doth dread dream earth ev'ry eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs gentle give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell honor hour Iago king Lady light live look lord lov'd lyre Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon Muse nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity poor pow'r pride prince Rome round seem'd SHAKSPEARE sight sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul speak spide spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue voice weep wind wretched youth