The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 Seiten |
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... blood ! Cap . Let's spread the sail , And leave them to the sea- them and their gold ! Albert . No , no , we ' ll have the gold ! Cap . You are a man ! Gold is too good to pave the ocean with.— Throw out the grappling - irons ! Board ...
... blood ! Cap . Let's spread the sail , And leave them to the sea- them and their gold ! Albert . No , no , we ' ll have the gold ! Cap . You are a man ! Gold is too good to pave the ocean with.— Throw out the grappling - irons ! Board ...
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... blood ! blood , blood ! will my poor soul be never Freed from the curse of blood ! Cons . [ taking his hand . ] Albert , be calm , " T was by the will of God , that that dear saint Went to her blessed rest - I mourn her not- I do ...
... blood ! blood , blood ! will my poor soul be never Freed from the curse of blood ! Cons . [ taking his hand . ] Albert , be calm , " T was by the will of God , that that dear saint Went to her blessed rest - I mourn her not- I do ...
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... blood - like sweat , With which his brow was wet , Yet how he prayed , unaided and alone , In that great agony , " Thy will be done ! " Friend , do not thou despair , Christ from his heaven of heavens will hear thy prayer ! Old Man . My ...
... blood - like sweat , With which his brow was wet , Yet how he prayed , unaided and alone , In that great agony , " Thy will be done ! " Friend , do not thou despair , Christ from his heaven of heavens will hear thy prayer ! Old Man . My ...
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... blood of that good mother ! Oh , thou mute thing That yet reproachest with a tongue of fire ; I hear thy admonition ! I will fly To her and save her ! SCENE VIII . - ACT III . SCENE I. A meanly furnished garret - a poor woman at her The ...
... blood of that good mother ! Oh , thou mute thing That yet reproachest with a tongue of fire ; I hear thy admonition ! I will fly To her and save her ! SCENE VIII . - ACT III . SCENE I. A meanly furnished garret - a poor woman at her The ...
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... blood Will ever keep the stain - the altar Where he found sanctuary and in the city " T is thought he murdered her ! Raym . That did he not ! Old Man Art of his council then ? Perchance thou know'st him- Perchance did furnish that poor ...
... blood Will ever keep the stain - the altar Where he found sanctuary and in the city " T is thought he murdered her ! Raym . That did he not ! Old Man Art of his council then ? Perchance thou know'st him- Perchance did furnish that poor ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels Anne Boleyn ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord lute MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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Seite 441 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Seite 137 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — : To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers . Will much more care...