The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 páginas |
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... beneath incumbent Deity . I sate in silence , musing on the days To come , unheeding and unseeing all Around me , in that dreaminess of thought When every bodily sense is as it slept , And the mind alone is wakeful . I have heard ...
... beneath incumbent Deity . I sate in silence , musing on the days To come , unheeding and unseeing all Around me , in that dreaminess of thought When every bodily sense is as it slept , And the mind alone is wakeful . I have heard ...
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... beneath a brother's erring arm . In the Maid's bosom . Ye have not perish'd , Chiefs of Carduel ! The songs of earlier years embalm your fame ; And haply yet some Poet shall arise , Like that divinest Tuscan , 73 and enwreathe The ...
... beneath a brother's erring arm . In the Maid's bosom . Ye have not perish'd , Chiefs of Carduel ! The songs of earlier years embalm your fame ; And haply yet some Poet shall arise , Like that divinest Tuscan , 73 and enwreathe The ...
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... beneath the leaves ; for there was none To tread the vintage , and the birds of Heaven Had had their fill . I saw the cattle start As they did hear the loud alarum - bell , 77 And with a piteous moaning vainly seek To fly the coming ...
... beneath the leaves ; for there was none To tread the vintage , and the birds of Heaven Had had their fill . I saw the cattle start As they did hear the loud alarum - bell , 77 And with a piteous moaning vainly seek To fly the coming ...
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... Beneath the foliage of the forest trees , With many a light hue tinged , the curling smoke Melts in the impurpled air . Leaving her tent , The martial Maiden wander'd through the wood ; There , by a streamlet , on the mossy bank ...
... Beneath the foliage of the forest trees , With many a light hue tinged , the curling smoke Melts in the impurpled air . Leaving her tent , The martial Maiden wander'd through the wood ; There , by a streamlet , on the mossy bank ...
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... Beneath their banners . Dreadful was the sight Of preparation . The wide suburbs stretch'd Along the pleasant borders of the Loire , Late throng'd with multitudes , now feel the hand Of ruin . These preventive care destroys , Lest ...
... Beneath their banners . Dreadful was the sight Of preparation . The wide suburbs stretch'd Along the pleasant borders of the Loire , Late throng'd with multitudes , now feel the hand Of ruin . These preventive care destroys , Lest ...
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Página 176 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Página 462 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
Página 223 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 466 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 445 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
Página 462 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 153 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Página 216 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Página 74 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
Página 129 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.