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Voices to charm the ear of Night , And make sweet music as ye stray But never ,
tuneful orbs , to me In Myriads through the milky way . ELEGIAC STANZAS . were
run . own Calm wakes the beauty of the vernal morn , We heard the warning of ...
Voices to charm the ear of Night , And make sweet music as ye stray But never ,
tuneful orbs , to me In Myriads through the milky way . ELEGIAC STANZAS . were
run . own Calm wakes the beauty of the vernal morn , We heard the warning of ...
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tists raise their eyebrows in wonder at night of the Red Woman of
Durrendiscoveries which they had treasured stein . ” in their own bosoms as the “
immedi A burst of thunder , that tore the ate jewels of their souls . " ear and shook
the strong ...
tists raise their eyebrows in wonder at night of the Red Woman of
Durrendiscoveries which they had treasured stein . ” in their own bosoms as the “
immedi A burst of thunder , that tore the ate jewels of their souls . " ear and shook
the strong ...
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One old game treads on any night to be proud of but one moon the heels of
another - twenty within and some ... Yet no two in their glee , the transitory fancies
of nights ever bore more than a family genius inventive through very delight ...
One old game treads on any night to be proud of but one moon the heels of
another - twenty within and some ... Yet no two in their glee , the transitory fancies
of nights ever bore more than a family genius inventive through very delight ...
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No black night , and the large drops of -I was asked three times in church , rain
which sparkled in the beams of and married to him lawfully ; and I the ca on the
table . There is am certain that , when a couple are no one , ” said she , panting
for ...
No black night , and the large drops of -I was asked three times in church , rain
which sparkled in the beams of and married to him lawfully ; and I the ca on the
table . There is am certain that , when a couple are no one , ” said she , panting
for ...
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... Might Hope's fair blossom , like thy flowret , forms which are devised for its
manibrave festation , there is no word with which Death's wintry night . that of
poet could be more happily and Knowing the dawn drew nigh congenially
associated .
... Might Hope's fair blossom , like thy flowret , forms which are devised for its
manibrave festation , there is no word with which Death's wintry night . that of
poet could be more happily and Knowing the dawn drew nigh congenially
associated .
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animals appear beautiful become better blood body bright called carried cause character close continued course dark death delight door dream earth effect existence eyes face father fear feeling felt flowers give half hand happy head heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy kind least leave less light living look matter means ment mind morning nature never night object observed once organic pass person poor possess present produced remained rest round seemed seen sense side soon soul sound speak spirit strong sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion tree truth turned voice whole wish young youth
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Página 113 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 113 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 113 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 113 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 191 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 277 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Página 114 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 428 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 277 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Página 278 - Oh, God ! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again — again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. " And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1828 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 13 Mar 2007 |
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