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... sound of trumpet , that on the evening of the following day all persons should assemble without arms before the church of St. Angelo , to provide for the re - establishment of the good estate . The whole night was employed in the ...
... sound of trumpet , that on the evening of the following day all persons should assemble without arms before the church of St. Angelo , to provide for the re - establishment of the good estate . The whole night was employed in the ...
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... sound of the great bell the people assembled ; they were arraigned for a conspiracy against the tribune's life ; and though some might sympathize in their distress , not a hand , nor a voice , was raised to rescue the first of the ...
... sound of the great bell the people assembled ; they were arraigned for a conspiracy against the tribune's life ; and though some might sympathize in their distress , not a hand , nor a voice , was raised to rescue the first of the ...
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... sound , the people was silent and inactive ; and the pusillanimous Rienzi , deploring their ingratitude with sighs and tears , abdicated the government and palace of the republic . 181. - ON THE RECEIPT OF HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE . COWPER ...
... sound , the people was silent and inactive ; and the pusillanimous Rienzi , deploring their ingratitude with sighs and tears , abdicated the government and palace of the republic . 181. - ON THE RECEIPT OF HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE . COWPER ...
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... sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long ...
... sound unknown . May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore , The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens , grieved themselves at my concern , Oft gave me promise of thy quick return . What ardently I wish'd , I long ...
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... sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ... sounds somewhat prosaic ; -but it has its charms : - Nay , William , nay , not so ! the AUTUMN . 43.
... sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ... sounds somewhat prosaic ; -but it has its charms : - Nay , William , nay , not so ! the AUTUMN . 43.
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Page 100 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 191 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 401 - This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Page 90 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 192 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Page 90 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 96 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream,! To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 18 - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
Page 100 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Page 91 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm, I sucked .the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!