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... eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men . 2. O ! I have lost you all ! Parents and home and friends . 3. The shepherd saunters last : -but why Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously ,す ...
... eyes are out Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men . 2. O ! I have lost you all ! Parents and home and friends . 3. The shepherd saunters last : -but why Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously ,す ...
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... eyes are open ? Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Phy . What is it she does now ? Look , how she rubs her hands . Gent . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hòur . III . Pure Tone . 1. You bells in the 26 THE SIXTH ...
... eyes are open ? Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Phy . What is it she does now ? Look , how she rubs her hands . Gent . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hòur . III . Pure Tone . 1. You bells in the 26 THE SIXTH ...
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... eye nor listening èar an òbject finds . Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause , — An awful pause , prophetic of her end . 4. Hùsh ! the dead - march wails in the people's ears , The ...
... eye nor listening èar an òbject finds . Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause , — An awful pause , prophetic of her end . 4. Hùsh ! the dead - march wails in the people's ears , The ...
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... eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or deàth , whatèver be the goal That crowns or closes round this struggling hour , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirít stole One deeper ...
... eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or deàth , whatèver be the goal That crowns or closes round this struggling hour , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirít stole One deeper ...
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... eyes were starting from their sockets ! At last , in spite of shame and resolution , I was obliged to drop the cause of my torment on my plàte . 3 . The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel , And the former called the latter " Little ...
... eyes were starting from their sockets ! At last , in spite of shame and resolution , I was obliged to drop the cause of my torment on my plàte . 3 . The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel , And the former called the latter " Little ...
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Page 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Page 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Page 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Page 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 381 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.