The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... hand of Suaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the cloud of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle ...
... hand of Suaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the cloud of the hill . His eyes are like two decaying flames . Dark is the wound of his breast . The stars dim twinkle ...
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... hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces shall hang , with joy , from their clouds ; and their hands ...
... hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces shall hang , with joy , from their clouds ; and their hands ...
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... hands manacled ; Of these hell doors are the ways obstructed ; so that with aught I can not from these limb - bonds escape . About me lie huge gratings of hard iron , forged with heat , with which me God hath fastened by the neck . Thus ...
... hands manacled ; Of these hell doors are the ways obstructed ; so that with aught I can not from these limb - bonds escape . About me lie huge gratings of hard iron , forged with heat , with which me God hath fastened by the neck . Thus ...
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... hand , on foot , the storm to brave . This noble ensample to his flock he gave , That first he wrought , and afterward he taught . The word of life he from the gospel caught ; And well this comment added he thereto , If that gold ...
... hand , on foot , the storm to brave . This noble ensample to his flock he gave , That first he wrought , and afterward he taught . The word of life he from the gospel caught ; And well this comment added he thereto , If that gold ...
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... hand of the princess , which he eventually obtained . To the Lady Jane , James was most ardently attached , and her praises elicited his finest poetic strains . The only unquestioned production of this youthful monarch , is a long poem ...
... hand of the princess , which he eventually obtained . To the Lady Jane , James was most ardently attached , and her praises elicited his finest poetic strains . The only unquestioned production of this youthful monarch , is a long poem ...
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Página 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Página 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Página 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.