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... began to ascend the second staircase . A dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards - he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not - he made a furious blow with his sword , and ...
... began to ascend the second staircase . A dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards - he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not - he made a furious blow with his sword , and ...
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... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
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... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
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... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
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... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
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Page 46 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 168 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 167 - And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 226 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 224 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 59 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand : I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition...
Page 225 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Page 29 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.