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... brows , Till , offended at such a familiar salute , They all turned their backs and stood silently mute . So on it went , capering and playing its pranks ; Whistling with reeds on the broad river banks ; Puffing the birds , as they sat ...
... brows , Till , offended at such a familiar salute , They all turned their backs and stood silently mute . So on it went , capering and playing its pranks ; Whistling with reeds on the broad river banks ; Puffing the birds , as they sat ...
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... rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death , In still , yet brave despair . And shouted but once more aloud , 66 My father CASABIANCA . 95 Casabianca Mrs Hemans.
... rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death , In still , yet brave despair . And shouted but once more aloud , 66 My father CASABIANCA . 95 Casabianca Mrs Hemans.
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... clan of my spouse , Why fold ye your mantles , why cloud ye your brows ? ” So spake the rude chieftain ; no answer is made , But each mantle , unfolding , a dagger displayed . " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of GLENARA . 99 Campbell.
... clan of my spouse , Why fold ye your mantles , why cloud ye your brows ? ” So spake the rude chieftain ; no answer is made , But each mantle , unfolding , a dagger displayed . " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of GLENARA . 99 Campbell.
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... brow ; She had each folded flower in sight , Where are those dreamers now ? One , ' midst the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid , The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in the cedar shade . The sea , the blue , lone sea ...
... brow ; She had each folded flower in sight , Where are those dreamers now ? One , ' midst the forests of the West , By a dark stream is laid , The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in the cedar shade . The sea , the blue , lone sea ...
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... the bright streams flow , - Lady , kind lady ! O , let me go ! " " Fair child ! thy brothers are wanderers now , They sport no more on the mountain's brow , They have left the fern by the spring's green side THE ADOPTED CHILD . 121.
... the bright streams flow , - Lady , kind lady ! O , let me go ! " " Fair child ! thy brothers are wanderers now , They sport no more on the mountain's brow , They have left the fern by the spring's green side THE ADOPTED CHILD . 121.
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Page 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 111 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Page 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Page 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.