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... spirit has winged its early flight , and say , if one deliberate wish , expressed in solemn tones above this bed , could call her back to life , which of us would utter it ? " She had been dead for two days . They were all about her at ...
... spirit has winged its early flight , and say , if one deliberate wish , expressed in solemn tones above this bed , could call her back to life , which of us would utter it ? " She had been dead for two days . They were all about her at ...
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... spirit sigh in the panting spirit's eye . Be the same in thy known desire as thou art in thine own desire . There is a torment in a never - meddling and an ever - meddling man . Both sex of the sects were outrageous . He was a sad ...
... spirit sigh in the panting spirit's eye . Be the same in thy known desire as thou art in thine own desire . There is a torment in a never - meddling and an ever - meddling man . Both sex of the sects were outrageous . He was a sad ...
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... spirit of resolution . - Dryden . ( 68. ) GOLDEN DAFFODILS . I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host , of golden daffodils ; Beside the lake , beneath the trees ...
... spirit of resolution . - Dryden . ( 68. ) GOLDEN DAFFODILS . I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills , When all at once I saw a crowd , A host , of golden daffodils ; Beside the lake , beneath the trees ...
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... spirits are in heaven ! " " Twas throwing words away : for still the little maid would have her will / and said / " Nay / we are seven ! ” —- Wordsworth . ( 82. ) Hath not a Jew eyes ' ? hath not a Jew hands ' organs ' / dimen- sions ...
... spirits are in heaven ! " " Twas throwing words away : for still the little maid would have her will / and said / " Nay / we are seven ! ” —- Wordsworth . ( 82. ) Hath not a Jew eyes ' ? hath not a Jew hands ' organs ' / dimen- sions ...
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... spirit / as soon as Cæsar . Now / in the names of all the gods at once / upon what meats doth this our Cæsar feed / that he is grown so great ? Age / thou art shame'd ; Rome / thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there ...
... spirit / as soon as Cæsar . Now / in the names of all the gods at once / upon what meats doth this our Cæsar feed / that he is grown so great ? Age / thou art shame'd ; Rome / thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there ...
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Annabel Lee Balaam beauty bell bless breath bright Buzfuz Cæsar called Canute Charles Mathews Chas child consonant sound cried Curfew dark dead dear death door earth EXERCISES ON RULE eyes face father feel Fezziwig frae Gabriel Grub gallant story gentlemen give goblin grave Hamlet hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Anderson Kate King kiss light light sleeper live look lord madam married Miss Willises morning never night o'er Orlando pause Peter Stone Pickwick poet poor pray prayer Pronounce the consonant Pronounce the vowel Puff Queen Rosalind round Sir Charles Sir F sleep smile Sneer soul speak sweet tears tell Teviotdale thee things thou thought trolls for fish umbrella voice vowel sound waves what's wife wild Winkle words young
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Seite 128 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 308 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Seite 271 - In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Seite 30 - I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head.
Seite 52 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents...
Seite 38 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Seite 34 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Seite 43 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Seite 52 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Seite 281 - Lenore !"Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping Something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is Something at my window lattice : Let me see then what thereat is, And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.