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... heard of baptism , and had only seen the baptism of grown - up men and women . " What is it as you mean by ' christened ? " " he said at last , timidly . " Won't folks be good to her without it ? " " Dear , dear ! Master Marner , " said ...
... heard of baptism , and had only seen the baptism of grown - up men and women . " What is it as you mean by ' christened ? " " he said at last , timidly . " Won't folks be good to her without it ? " " Dear , dear ! Master Marner , " said ...
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... heard of baptism , and had only seen the baptism of grown - up men and women . " What is it as you mean by ' christened ? " " he said at last , timidly . " Won't folks be good to her without it ? " " Dear , dear ! Master Marner , " said ...
... heard of baptism , and had only seen the baptism of grown - up men and women . " What is it as you mean by ' christened ? " " he said at last , timidly . " Won't folks be good to her without it ? " " Dear , dear ! Master Marner , " said ...
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... heard , Nought seen but ( when the shadows flitting , Fast from the moon , unsheath its gleam ) Some purple - wing'd Sultana ' sitting Upon a column motionless , And glittering like an idol bird ! -- Who could have thought that there ...
... heard , Nought seen but ( when the shadows flitting , Fast from the moon , unsheath its gleam ) Some purple - wing'd Sultana ' sitting Upon a column motionless , And glittering like an idol bird ! -- Who could have thought that there ...
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... heard , Saying : " Mary , weep no more for me ! " She from her pillow gently raised Her head , to ask who there might be , And saw young Sandy shivering stand , With visage pale , and hollow ee . " O Mary dear , cold is my clay ; It ...
... heard , Saying : " Mary , weep no more for me ! " She from her pillow gently raised Her head , to ask who there might be , And saw young Sandy shivering stand , With visage pale , and hollow ee . " O Mary dear , cold is my clay ; It ...
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... heard from half - a- dozen claimants of the proffered prize , and half - a - dozen black fingers were eagerly pointed to a spit of sand , on which were strewn apparently some logs of trees . It was a covey of crocodiles ! Hastily and ...
... heard from half - a- dozen claimants of the proffered prize , and half - a - dozen black fingers were eagerly pointed to a spit of sand , on which were strewn apparently some logs of trees . It was a covey of crocodiles ! Hastily and ...
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Page 37 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 65 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Page 65 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet-song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine.
Page 37 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 103 - I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Page 123 - But wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of discordia concors; a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Page 37 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 90 - By a daisy whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree She could more infuse in me, Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Page 65 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Page 62 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...