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... manners and princely expense : and without acquiring the majesty , Rienzi degenerated into the vices , of a king . A simple citizen describes with pity , or perhaps with pleasure , the humiliation of the barons of Rome . " Bareheaded ...
... manners and princely expense : and without acquiring the majesty , Rienzi degenerated into the vices , of a king . A simple citizen describes with pity , or perhaps with pleasure , the humiliation of the barons of Rome . " Bareheaded ...
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... manner of ill , because she means none ; yet , to say truth , she is never alone , but is still accompanied with old songs , honest thoughts , and prayers , but short ones ; yet they have their efficacy in that they are not palled with ...
... manner of ill , because she means none ; yet , to say truth , she is never alone , but is still accompanied with old songs , honest thoughts , and prayers , but short ones ; yet they have their efficacy in that they are not palled with ...
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... manner of husbandry . He is taught by nature to be contented with a little ; his own fold yields him both food and raiment , he is pleased with any nourishment God sends , whilst curious gluttony ransacks , as it were , Noah's ark for ...
... manner of husbandry . He is taught by nature to be contented with a little ; his own fold yields him both food and raiment , he is pleased with any nourishment God sends , whilst curious gluttony ransacks , as it were , Noah's ark for ...
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... manners ? I will not here urge the impossibility of collecting from men so far distant from one another in time , and place , and languages . I will suppose there was a Stobæus in those times , who had gathered the moral sayings from ...
... manners ? I will not here urge the impossibility of collecting from men so far distant from one another in time , and place , and languages . I will suppose there was a Stobæus in those times , who had gathered the moral sayings from ...
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... manners and principles , which ages after ages had prevailed , and , must be confessed , was not in a way or tendency to be mended . The rules of morality were , in different countries and sects , different . And natural reason no ...
... manners and principles , which ages after ages had prevailed , and , must be confessed , was not in a way or tendency to be mended . The rules of morality were , in different countries and sects , different . And natural reason no ...
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Стр. 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Стр. 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Стр. 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Стр. 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Стр. 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Стр. 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.