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... blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held your course without remorse , To make him trust his modest worth , And , last , you fix'd a vacant stare , And slew him with your noble birth . Trust me , Clara ...
... blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held your course without remorse , To make him trust his modest worth , And , last , you fix'd a vacant stare , And slew him with your noble birth . Trust me , Clara ...
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... blood - red field of Spain . And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers , The last of that bright band . And , parted thus , they rest - who played Beneath the same green ...
... blood - red field of Spain . And one - o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves , by soft winds fanned ; She faded midst Italian flowers , The last of that bright band . And , parted thus , they rest - who played Beneath the same green ...
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... wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , Melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the veins , D 34 THE SPANISH ARMADA . Making that idiot , laughter King John and Hubert.
... wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , Melancholy , Had bak'd thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ; ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the veins , D 34 THE SPANISH ARMADA . Making that idiot , laughter King John and Hubert.
Strana 37
... blood- red light . Then bugle's notes and cannon's roar the death - like silence broke , And with one start , and with one cry , the royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum ...
... blood- red light . Then bugle's notes and cannon's roar the death - like silence broke , And with one start , and with one cry , the royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum ...
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... blood , and horrors past revealing . Perchance that very hand , now pinioned flat , Has hob - a - nobbed with Pharaoh , glass to glass : Or dropped a half - penny in Homer's hat , Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass , Or held ...
... blood , and horrors past revealing . Perchance that very hand , now pinioned flat , Has hob - a - nobbed with Pharaoh , glass to glass : Or dropped a half - penny in Homer's hat , Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass , Or held ...
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Strana 199 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Strana 161 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Strana 117 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the...
Strana 141 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 198 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Strana 91 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Strana 158 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Strana 116 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Strana 63 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Strana 216 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower— Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound— And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.