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... soul , That acts its pleasure , good or evil , And fears nor deity nor devil . These standing topics never fail To prompt our little wits to rail , With mimic drollery of grimace , And pleased impertinence of face , Gainst virtue arm ...
... soul , That acts its pleasure , good or evil , And fears nor deity nor devil . These standing topics never fail To prompt our little wits to rail , With mimic drollery of grimace , And pleased impertinence of face , Gainst virtue arm ...
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... souls , and those their ears ; The want of fancy , whim supplies , And native humour , mad caprice ; Loud noise for argument goes off , For mirth polite , the ribald's scoff ; For sense , lewd drolleries entertain us , And wit is ...
... souls , and those their ears ; The want of fancy , whim supplies , And native humour , mad caprice ; Loud noise for argument goes off , For mirth polite , the ribald's scoff ; For sense , lewd drolleries entertain us , And wit is ...
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... soul was torn away ; Her spirit fled , and left me ghastly clay ! Then - then my soul rejected all relief , Comfort I wished not , for I loved my grief : " Hear , my Abella , " cried I , " hear me mourn ! For one short moment , O my ...
... soul was torn away ; Her spirit fled , and left me ghastly clay ! Then - then my soul rejected all relief , Comfort I wished not , for I loved my grief : " Hear , my Abella , " cried I , " hear me mourn ! For one short moment , O my ...
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... soul , He may vouchsafe himself — Spirit to spirit ! O Thou , at once most dreaded and desired , Pavilioned still in darkness , wilt thou hide Thee ? What though the rash request be fraught with fate , Nor human eye may look on thine ...
... soul , He may vouchsafe himself — Spirit to spirit ! O Thou , at once most dreaded and desired , Pavilioned still in darkness , wilt thou hide Thee ? What though the rash request be fraught with fate , Nor human eye may look on thine ...
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... soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh , could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow ...
... soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh , could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow ...
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ANNABEL Lee BABIE BELL beauty bells beneath bird bless blue BLUEBEARD bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek cloud cold coursers dark dead death deep dream earth echo fair fairy falchion feet fire floating flowers gaze gleam glory glow golden grave green hand hast hath hear heart heaven HELON hill holy hour JOHN MACBRIDE KATHIE MORRI land laugh leaves light lips live lonely look lyre maiden maize morning never Nevermore night o'er old oaken bucket passed prayer pride proud Quoth the Raven roll round sail shade shadows Shammar shine shore sigh sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne toil tread tree Twas voice wave weary wild wind wings witch-hazel youth
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Page 84 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 253 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 85 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 280 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Page 94 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 86 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling .wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 63 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
Page 224 - Woodman, spare that tree, Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now: 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And would'st thou hack it down?
Page 435 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 86 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.