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... heart . The voice is a mysterious hand which touches , envelops , and caresses the heart . " PITCH . Pitch relates to the elevation or depression of the voice . For direction five degrees of Pitch are distin- guished : Very Low , Low ...
... heart . The voice is a mysterious hand which touches , envelops , and caresses the heart . " PITCH . Pitch relates to the elevation or depression of the voice . For direction five degrees of Pitch are distin- guished : Very Low , Low ...
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... heart Might not resist the sacred influence Which , from the stilly twilight of the place , And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs , and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All ...
... heart Might not resist the sacred influence Which , from the stilly twilight of the place , And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs , and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All ...
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... And will you ? And I will . 1 In truth or truly . ? Rheum for tears . 3 Dispiteous for unpiteous , that is , pitiless . - In the next line , brief is quick , prompt , or sudden . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head THE VOICE . 37.
... And will you ? And I will . 1 In truth or truly . ? Rheum for tears . 3 Dispiteous for unpiteous , that is , pitiless . - In the next line , brief is quick , prompt , or sudden . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head THE VOICE . 37.
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... heart ? When your head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , - The best I had , a princess wrought it me , — And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And , like the watchful ...
... heart ? When your head did but ache , I knit my handkercher about your brows , - The best I had , a princess wrought it me , — And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And , like the watchful ...
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... a word , Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head THE VOICE . 39.
... a word , Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . Arth . Have you the heart ? When your head THE VOICE . 39.
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Page 110 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 34 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 95 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new. Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 53 - I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.
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Page 216 - And keep it safe and sound. . Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak well brush'd and neat He manfully did throw.
Page 221 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
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Page 94 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.