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... at all . " Striking a deeper chord the great Goethe fings- " Who never ate his bread with tears , Who never through night's gloomy hours * Poems by Henry Sutton . Weeping fat upon his bed , — He knows you B 2 Introduction . 3.
... at all . " Striking a deeper chord the great Goethe fings- " Who never ate his bread with tears , Who never through night's gloomy hours * Poems by Henry Sutton . Weeping fat upon his bed , — He knows you B 2 Introduction . 3.
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... night This made me with a reckless breast , To wake thy fluggards with my bow : A figure of the Lord's behest , Whose scourge for fin the Scriptures fhew . That as the fearful thunder's clap By fudden flame at hand we know ; Of pebble ...
... night This made me with a reckless breast , To wake thy fluggards with my bow : A figure of the Lord's behest , Whose scourge for fin the Scriptures fhew . That as the fearful thunder's clap By fudden flame at hand we know ; Of pebble ...
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... night : Wherewith , alas ! reviveth in my breast The fweet accord , fuch fleeps as yet delight ; The pleasant dreams , the quiet bed of rest ; The fecret thoughts , imparted with such truft ; The wanton talk , the divers change of play ...
... night : Wherewith , alas ! reviveth in my breast The fweet accord , fuch fleeps as yet delight ; The pleasant dreams , the quiet bed of rest ; The fecret thoughts , imparted with such truft ; The wanton talk , the divers change of play ...
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John Alfred Langford. Whom in thy walls thou doft each night enclose ; To other lief ; but unto me most dear ! ' Echo , alas ! that doth my forrow rue , Returns thereto a hollow found of plaint . Thus I , alone , where all my freedom ...
John Alfred Langford. Whom in thy walls thou doft each night enclose ; To other lief ; but unto me most dear ! ' Echo , alas ! that doth my forrow rue , Returns thereto a hollow found of plaint . Thus I , alone , where all my freedom ...
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... night , about their mother's fides . And when they have fung more befides , Then fall they to their mother's breast , Whereas they feed , or take their rest . The hunter then founds out his horn , And rangeth ftraight through wood and ...
... night , about their mother's fides . And when they have fung more befides , Then fall they to their mother's breast , Whereas they feed , or take their rest . The hunter then founds out his horn , And rangeth ftraight through wood and ...
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Page 332 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 73 - Under a star-y-pointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
Page 204 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 25 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 104 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 178 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair ; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be...
Page 147 - ... not with rage, While fury's flame doth burn ; It is in vain to stop the stream, Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend.
Page 102 - Then being asked which way he would lay himself on the block, he answered, " So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lies.
Page 331 - The Count my lover is brave as brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.
Page 220 - As many as are of the works of the Law, are under the curfe ; for it is written, Curfed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the Book of the Law to do them.