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... look commanded reverence and awe , Though mild and amiable , not austere : Well humour'd was he , as I ever saw , And ruled by love and wisdom more than fear . The muses and the graces too , conspired , To set forth this rare piece to ...
... look commanded reverence and awe , Though mild and amiable , not austere : Well humour'd was he , as I ever saw , And ruled by love and wisdom more than fear . The muses and the graces too , conspired , To set forth this rare piece to ...
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... look . ed at us with an eye of commiseration , the negroes pitied us , and almost every one showed a disposition to relieve us . In the midst of all our vexation the crew endeavored to keep up their spirits with a little grog , while I ...
... look . ed at us with an eye of commiseration , the negroes pitied us , and almost every one showed a disposition to relieve us . In the midst of all our vexation the crew endeavored to keep up their spirits with a little grog , while I ...
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... look those raptures lifeless words deny ! Still be the tale rehearsed , that ne'er could tire , But , told each eve , fresh pleasure could inspire ; Still hoped those scenes which love and fancy drew , But , drawn a thousand times ...
... look those raptures lifeless words deny ! Still be the tale rehearsed , that ne'er could tire , But , told each eve , fresh pleasure could inspire ; Still hoped those scenes which love and fancy drew , But , drawn a thousand times ...
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... look'd the traveller for the world below , The lively morning breeze began to blow ; The magic curtain roll'd in mists away , And a gay landscape smiled upon the day . As light the fleeting vapours upward glide , Like sheeted spectres ...
... look'd the traveller for the world below , The lively morning breeze began to blow ; The magic curtain roll'd in mists away , And a gay landscape smiled upon the day . As light the fleeting vapours upward glide , Like sheeted spectres ...
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... look so bland , And yet so full of majesty , as less Than holy natures never may impress- And more than proudest guilt unmoved may brook . The Creature of the Earth now felt that look , And stood in blissful awe -- as one above Who saw ...
... look so bland , And yet so full of majesty , as less Than holy natures never may impress- And more than proudest guilt unmoved may brook . The Creature of the Earth now felt that look , And stood in blissful awe -- as one above Who saw ...
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Page 477 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 218 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 210 - The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down.
Page 172 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 300 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its...
Page 477 - tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe!
Page 478 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate, (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Page 210 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Ea'ch dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 82 - As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, — and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes...
Page 171 - No, they are all unchained again: The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.