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... feeling , comfortless alike . To me their many - coloured beauties speak Of times of merriment and festival , The year's best holiday : I call to mind The school - boy days , when in the falling leaves I saw with eager hope the pleasant ...
... feeling , comfortless alike . To me their many - coloured beauties speak Of times of merriment and festival , The year's best holiday : I call to mind The school - boy days , when in the falling leaves I saw with eager hope the pleasant ...
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... feeling more tenderly than Shakspere ? That time of year thou mayest 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 ...
... feeling more tenderly than Shakspere ? That time of year thou mayest 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 ...
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... much energy , and no doubt , to its own feeling , with as much glee and joy as the birds of brighter places hail the rising of the morn . Alto- gether it is a singular bird ; and yet there 56 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... much energy , and no doubt , to its own feeling , with as much glee and joy as the birds of brighter places hail the rising of the morn . Alto- gether it is a singular bird ; and yet there 56 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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... feels as if the earth were shaking ; but it is probably nothing more than the general affection of the sentient system by the jarring upon the ear— an affection which we more or less feel in the case of all harsh and grating sounds ...
... feels as if the earth were shaking ; but it is probably nothing more than the general affection of the sentient system by the jarring upon the ear— an affection which we more or less feel in the case of all harsh and grating sounds ...
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... Puss shall come . He , still more aged , feels the shocks From which no care can save , And , partner once of Tiney's box , Must soon partake his grave . 192. - ADVICE TO HIS FAMILY . • WILLIAM PENN 72 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... Puss shall come . He , still more aged , feels the shocks From which no care can save , And , partner once of Tiney's box , Must soon partake his grave . 192. - ADVICE TO HIS FAMILY . • WILLIAM PENN 72 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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Seite 100 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 191 - 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...
Seite 401 - This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Seite 90 - 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.
Seite 192 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Seite 90 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Seite 96 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream,! To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 18 - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
Seite 100 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Seite 91 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm, I sucked .the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!