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... bosom to the skies , And send'st him , shiv'ring , in thy playful spray , And howling , to his gods , where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay , And dashest him again to earth : there let him lay . The armaments which ...
... bosom to the skies , And send'st him , shiv'ring , in thy playful spray , And howling , to his gods , where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay , And dashest him again to earth : there let him lay . The armaments which ...
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... bosom swell . Such thoughts to Lucy I will give , While she and I together live Here in this happy dell . " Thus Nature spake the work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and ...
... bosom swell . Such thoughts to Lucy I will give , While she and I together live Here in this happy dell . " Thus Nature spake the work was done- How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me This heath , this calm and ...
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... bosom , dearly cherished . Give me thy hand . I had a thing to say— But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I'm almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your majesty ...
... bosom , dearly cherished . Give me thy hand . I had a thing to say— But I will fit it with some better time . By heaven , Hubert , I'm almost asham'd To say what good respect I have of thee . Hubert . I am much bounden to your majesty ...
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... bosom pour my thoughts : But , ah , I will not : yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think thou lov'st me well . Hubert . So well , that what you bid me undertake , Though that my death were adjunct to my act , By heaven , I'd ...
... bosom pour my thoughts : But , ah , I will not : yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think thou lov'st me well . Hubert . So well , that what you bid me undertake , Though that my death were adjunct to my act , By heaven , I'd ...
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... bosom of the earth . Let's choose executors , and talk of wills ; And yet not so , for what can we bequeath , Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands , our lives , and all , are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can we call our own ...
... bosom of the earth . Let's choose executors , and talk of wills ; And yet not so , for what can we bequeath , Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands , our lives , and all , are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can we call our own ...
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Стр. 199 - 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...
Стр. 161 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Стр. 117 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the...
Стр. 141 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Стр. 198 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 91 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Стр. 158 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Стр. 116 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Стр. 63 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 216 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower— Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound— And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.