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... heard the Singers three Disputed which the best might be ; For still their music seemed to start Discordant echoes in each heart . But the great Master said , " I see No best in kind , but in degree ; I gave a various gift to each , To ...
... heard the Singers three Disputed which the best might be ; For still their music seemed to start Discordant echoes in each heart . But the great Master said , " I see No best in kind , but in degree ; I gave a various gift to each , To ...
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... heard again . When will he awaken ? Asked the midnight's silver queen . Never mortal eye has looked upon his sleeping ; Parents , kindred , comrades , have mourned for him as dead ; By day the gathered clouds have had him in their ...
... heard again . When will he awaken ? Asked the midnight's silver queen . Never mortal eye has looked upon his sleeping ; Parents , kindred , comrades , have mourned for him as dead ; By day the gathered clouds have had him in their ...
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... heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heaved ; she stept aside , As conscious of my look she stept ; Then suddenly , with timorous eye , She fled to me and wept . She half inclosed me with her arms ; She pressed me with a meek embrace ...
... heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heaved ; she stept aside , As conscious of my look she stept ; Then suddenly , with timorous eye , She fled to me and wept . She half inclosed me with her arms ; She pressed me with a meek embrace ...
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John Williamson Palmer. THE BELFRY PIGEON . Whatever tale in the bell is heard , He broods on his folded feet unstirred , Or , rising half in his rounded nest , He takes the time to smooth his breast ; Then drops again , with filmed eyes ...
John Williamson Palmer. THE BELFRY PIGEON . Whatever tale in the bell is heard , He broods on his folded feet unstirred , Or , rising half in his rounded nest , He takes the time to smooth his breast ; Then drops again , with filmed eyes ...
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... heard The music o ' your tongue ; But I could hug all wretchedness , And happy could I dee , Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O ' bygane days and me ! WILLIAM MOTHERWELL . HESTER . WHEN maidens such as Hester die , Their place ye ...
... heard The music o ' your tongue ; But I could hug all wretchedness , And happy could I dee , Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O ' bygane days and me ! WILLIAM MOTHERWELL . HESTER . WHEN maidens such as Hester die , Their place ye ...
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Page 168 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 243 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day,— The tree is living yet!
Page 172 - Stitch — stitch — stitch — In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt! "But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone. I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep; O God!
Page 60 - Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence; Even God's providence Seeming estranged. Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river; Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 181 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 89 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness it rose from the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 262 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Page 302 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door ; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 163 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love...
Page 308 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.