The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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... bear my imagination to brighter and more congenial prospects . The lessons of practical morality I had acquired at home and at school were strongly developed , and , however circumstances might depress , would stimulate my mind with ...
... bear my imagination to brighter and more congenial prospects . The lessons of practical morality I had acquired at home and at school were strongly developed , and , however circumstances might depress , would stimulate my mind with ...
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... bears testimony to my want of experi- ence in the art of poetry at that time . Before going to press I had collected about sixty names as subscribers , at one shilling each , and was deluded with the idea of a good sale amongst my own ...
... bears testimony to my want of experi- ence in the art of poetry at that time . Before going to press I had collected about sixty names as subscribers , at one shilling each , and was deluded with the idea of a good sale amongst my own ...
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... bear , Nor of his hard - earned bread to claim a stinted share : His was a lot there be but few in life can claim To live , without the need for toil or search for fame . His father years long past had felt the pauper's pains Coil round ...
... bear , Nor of his hard - earned bread to claim a stinted share : His was a lot there be but few in life can claim To live , without the need for toil or search for fame . His father years long past had felt the pauper's pains Coil round ...
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... bear the servile state of those who till the land ; 64 And human nature shorn of manhood's noble might , " In rebel impotence maintains unequal fight , 66 Which , for a short and weary space , kept up too long , " Since weakness ever ...
... bear the servile state of those who till the land ; 64 And human nature shorn of manhood's noble might , " In rebel impotence maintains unequal fight , 66 Which , for a short and weary space , kept up too long , " Since weakness ever ...
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... bear the weight , and live in love's caress . The widow Agnes , with maternal pride , appears , As though her form defied the crust of gath'ring years ; And in the household bustling busily and free , Her voice , in broken cadence ...
... bear the weight , and live in love's caress . The widow Agnes , with maternal pride , appears , As though her form defied the crust of gath'ring years ; And in the household bustling busily and free , Her voice , in broken cadence ...
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Page 115 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 114 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 114 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 114 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 115 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
Page 112 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Page 116 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Page 110 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 112 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Page 115 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...