The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 páginas |
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... dead.- Enter Thomas of Torres with a small lantern in his hand . Thos . Rings ; dagger - sheaths ; gold chains and spurs ; massy gold embroidery - this is all clear gain -no deduction for agents - no plaguy discount - all net profit ...
... dead.- Enter Thomas of Torres with a small lantern in his hand . Thos . Rings ; dagger - sheaths ; gold chains and spurs ; massy gold embroidery - this is all clear gain -no deduction for agents - no plaguy discount - all net profit ...
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... dead men risen from their graves ! Albert . [ speaking through a trumpet . ] What cheer , whence come , and whither are ye bound ? And why are ye so few , and ghastly all ? [ No answer is returned , the ship slowly takes in sail , and ...
... dead men risen from their graves ! Albert . [ speaking through a trumpet . ] What cheer , whence come , and whither are ye bound ? And why are ye so few , and ghastly all ? [ No answer is returned , the ship slowly takes in sail , and ...
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... dead with such a voice as that ? If thou know'st aught of this , by all that's sacred Thy life shall answer for ' t ! Cap . My hands are clean [ He reels out of the cabin . Of this girl's life ! But listen , and I'll tell you— Your ...
... dead with such a voice as that ? If thou know'st aught of this , by all that's sacred Thy life shall answer for ' t ! Cap . My hands are clean [ He reels out of the cabin . Of this girl's life ! But listen , and I'll tell you— Your ...
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... dead ! [ He rushes out . Cap . I'll let them settle it as they like best . ' T was but to know if she were dead or living That the poor men approached her ! [ He goes to an inner chamber . Thou hast brought misery on me ! I am dyed ...
... dead ! [ He rushes out . Cap . I'll let them settle it as they like best . ' T was but to know if she were dead or living That the poor men approached her ! [ He goes to an inner chamber . Thou hast brought misery on me ! I am dyed ...
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... dead who die in the Lord ; even so saith the spirit , for they shall rest from their labours . " This second defeat of Achzib was like a blow given by an unseen hand ; it was an event altogether ont of his calculation . He had heard how ...
... dead who die in the Lord ; even so saith the spirit , for they shall rest from their labours . " This second defeat of Achzib was like a blow given by an unseen hand ; it was an event altogether ont of his calculation . He had heard how ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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 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 spake 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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Página 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 433 - 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...
Página 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Página 61 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty...
Página 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Página 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Página 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Página 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Página 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.