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... pride is yet no mate for mine , Too proud to care from whence I came . Nor would I break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms . A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de ...
... pride is yet no mate for mine , Too proud to care from whence I came . Nor would I break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms . A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de ...
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... Pride- The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside— And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd , But the long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . To Riches ? Alas ! ' tis in vain- Who hid , in ...
... Pride- The trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas ! they are all laid aside— And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd , But the long winding - sheet , and the fringe of the shroud . To Riches ? Alas ! ' tis in vain- Who hid , in ...
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... , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys , and as the snowy flake , They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . 12 THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . Thy shores are The Ocean.
... , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys , and as the snowy flake , They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . 12 THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS . Thy shores are The Ocean.
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... pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall ; And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . ” " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth , And art thou dead and gone ? And didst thou dye for ...
... pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall ; And many a tear bedew'd his grave Within yon kirk - yard wall . ” " And art thou dead , thou gentle youth , And art thou dead and gone ? And didst thou dye for ...
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... But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign 31 32 SATAN'S MEETING WITH URIEL . To darken o'er the.
... But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside , There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign 31 32 SATAN'S MEETING WITH URIEL . To darken o'er the.
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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.