The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 pages |
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... fierce purgation Of everlasting fire would cleanse me not ! Cap . Come , come , my friend , we've had too much of raving ! Are we never to meet without these squabblings ? I'm tired of them , and I have tidings for you- The rain has ...
... fierce purgation Of everlasting fire would cleanse me not ! Cap . Come , come , my friend , we've had too much of raving ! Are we never to meet without these squabblings ? I'm tired of them , and I have tidings for you- The rain has ...
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... fierce bolt , That now has smitten yon branched , vigorous oak From its rock - fortress , like a slender reed , Crashing and shivering to the vale below , Had smitten me in its stead , and in a moment Ended my woe ! The undefined future ...
... fierce bolt , That now has smitten yon branched , vigorous oak From its rock - fortress , like a slender reed , Crashing and shivering to the vale below , Had smitten me in its stead , and in a moment Ended my woe ! The undefined future ...
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... fierce people , Greedy of plunder , fickle and rapacious ; " Tis the strong arm must crush them as they rise ; Must hurl them down to their subservient place , And keep them there ; as rude and rough materials , Unsightly and unworthy ...
... fierce people , Greedy of plunder , fickle and rapacious ; " Tis the strong arm must crush them as they rise ; Must hurl them down to their subservient place , And keep them there ; as rude and rough materials , Unsightly and unworthy ...
Page 72
... fierce , revengeful man , And is thy deadly , cruel enemy ! I'd curse thee , Ida , with my bitterest curse . Thou loved this man ! By heaven , if it be so — Say , didst thou love him ? Ida . Father , curse me not ! Enough of woe has ...
... fierce , revengeful man , And is thy deadly , cruel enemy ! I'd curse thee , Ida , with my bitterest curse . Thou loved this man ! By heaven , if it be so — Say , didst thou love him ? Ida . Father , curse me not ! Enough of woe has ...
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... fierce , cruel foe ! Ye do not know , soldiers and citizens , The heartless man of blood whom ye have chosen ! The dead was mild and merciful , compared With him you call your master ! Pious friends , Carry him hence ! -This is a den of ...
... fierce , cruel foe ! Ye do not know , soldiers and citizens , The heartless man of blood whom ye have chosen ! The dead was mild and merciful , compared With him you call your master ! Pious friends , Carry him hence ! -This is a den of ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels Anne Boleyn ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord lute MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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