Kottabos: College Miscellany, Band 3,Ausgabe 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... 'd a wood and a meadow in greenness heavy and deep Of the water'd Gargaphian valleys , that spread in the noonday heat A welcome shelter for sun - scorch'd eyes , a rest for far - travell'd feet . So he dream'd , and lo ! in a vision.
... 'd a wood and a meadow in greenness heavy and deep Of the water'd Gargaphian valleys , that spread in the noonday heat A welcome shelter for sun - scorch'd eyes , a rest for far - travell'd feet . So he dream'd , and lo ! in a vision.
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College Miscellany. So he dream'd , and lo ! in a vision he saw a lovely place With boughs overgloom'd , and a river that fell down a rock's dark face To a basin brimming with crystal , pebble - paved , mossy - quay'd , Fill'd with the ...
College Miscellany. So he dream'd , and lo ! in a vision he saw a lovely place With boughs overgloom'd , and a river that fell down a rock's dark face To a basin brimming with crystal , pebble - paved , mossy - quay'd , Fill'd with the ...
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... dream . With the effort of a lifetime cramm'd into a moment's throes He achieved his fate through torments , and - almost a god - arose , Flinging off the chains of slumber ; nor had longer doubt or care , Diana's pure suave contour ...
... dream . With the effort of a lifetime cramm'd into a moment's throes He achieved his fate through torments , and - almost a god - arose , Flinging off the chains of slumber ; nor had longer doubt or care , Diana's pure suave contour ...
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... dream : ay , there's the rub : For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips and ...
... dream : ay , there's the rub : For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips and ...
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... dream of him sage and wary ; He that I love must be wild and brave ; I do not say that he need be hairy , Whatever he does , he will surely shave . And he may be Willy , or simply William , Or that short Bill , which is just between ...
... dream of him sage and wary ; He that I love must be wild and brave ; I do not say that he need be hairy , Whatever he does , he will surely shave . And he may be Willy , or simply William , Or that short Bill , which is just between ...
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Seite 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Seite 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Seite 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Seite 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
Seite 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Seite 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Seite 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Seite 251 - 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?