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... shore . Rough - The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar . Harsh - On a sudden open fly , With impetuous recoil and jarring sound , Th ' infernal doors , and on their hinges grate harsh thunder , Forcible - Now storming fury ...
... shore . Rough - The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar . Harsh - On a sudden open fly , With impetuous recoil and jarring sound , Th ' infernal doors , and on their hinges grate harsh thunder , Forcible - Now storming fury ...
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... shores , upon the pinions of the swiftest gales that ever blew ; ' tis upon English ground all my difficulties have arisen ; ' tis the passage from the river side I complain of . Stock . Ay , indeed ! What obstructions can you have met ...
... shores , upon the pinions of the swiftest gales that ever blew ; ' tis upon English ground all my difficulties have arisen ; ' tis the passage from the river side I complain of . Stock . Ay , indeed ! What obstructions can you have met ...
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... shores of Hoboken , crimsoned with the rich- est blood , I tremble at the crimes you record against us - the annual register of murders , which you keep and send up to GOD ! Place of inhuman cruelty ! beyond the limits of reason , of ...
... shores of Hoboken , crimsoned with the rich- est blood , I tremble at the crimes you record against us - the annual register of murders , which you keep and send up to GOD ! Place of inhuman cruelty ! beyond the limits of reason , of ...
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... shore . Lady , farewell : I leave thee not alone ; Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light . [ Exit Enter ANNA . Anna . Forgive the rashness of your Anna's love : Urg'd by affection , I have thus presum❜d To interrupt your ...
... shore . Lady , farewell : I leave thee not alone ; Yonder comes one whose love makes duty light . [ Exit Enter ANNA . Anna . Forgive the rashness of your Anna's love : Urg'd by affection , I have thus presum❜d To interrupt your ...
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... shores ; Thee , his lov'd wife , his mournful song deplores ; Thee , when the rising morning gives the light , Thee , when the world was overspread with night . By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd , By foreign hands thy decent ...
... shores ; Thee , his lov'd wife , his mournful song deplores ; Thee , when the rising morning gives the light , Thee , when the world was overspread with night . By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd , By foreign hands thy decent ...
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Page 89 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 59 - Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all ? Why are they then baptized for the dead?
Page 107 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 94 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 147 - House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received ? Trust it not, Sir ; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation...
Page 129 - Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal ! "Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Page 94 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 213 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 95 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Page 263 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.