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... Winds 210. The Scottish Borderers 211. Jerusalem 212. The Ariel among the Shoals 213. The Page's Scenes in Philaster 214. Mirth 215. Luxury 216. The Strawberry Plant 217. Love 218. Earthly Things 219. Columbus at Barcelona 220. Chevy ...
... Winds 210. The Scottish Borderers 211. Jerusalem 212. The Ariel among the Shoals 213. The Page's Scenes in Philaster 214. Mirth 215. Luxury 216. The Strawberry Plant 217. Love 218. Earthly Things 219. Columbus at Barcelona 220. Chevy ...
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... wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ...
... wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ...
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... wind is wailing , The bare boughs are sighing , the pale flowers are dying , And the year On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ...
... wind is wailing , The bare boughs are sighing , the pale flowers are dying , And the year On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ...
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... their souls . But all was vanity , feeding the wind , and folly . The Egyptian mummies , which Cambyses or time hath spared , avarice now consumeth . Mummy is become merchandise , Mizraim cures wounds 52 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... their souls . But all was vanity , feeding the wind , and folly . The Egyptian mummies , which Cambyses or time hath spared , avarice now consumeth . Mummy is become merchandise , Mizraim cures wounds 52 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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... winds blow , from the naked heights around , and converting it into harsh and dingy ve- getation , and the pasture of those loathsome things which mingle in the ooze , or crawl and swim in the putrid and mantling waters , are the ...
... winds blow , from the naked heights around , and converting it into harsh and dingy ve- getation , and the pasture of those loathsome things which mingle in the ooze , or crawl and swim in the putrid and mantling waters , are the ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!