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Page xxiv
... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
Page xxix
... was a perfect Parson Adams . " * " St . Mary Ottery , my native village , In the sweet vale of Devon . " Lamb's John Woodvil , Act V , last Scene . The early years of the future poet were un happy MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR.
... was a perfect Parson Adams . " * " St . Mary Ottery , my native village , In the sweet vale of Devon . " Lamb's John Woodvil , Act V , last Scene . The early years of the future poet were un happy MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR.
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... sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamb- licus , or Plotinus , ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts , ) or reciting Homer in his Greek , or Pindar , - while the walls of the old Grey Friars ...
... sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamb- licus , or Plotinus , ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts , ) or reciting Homer in his Greek , or Pindar , - while the walls of the old Grey Friars ...
Page lxv
... sweet breath of healing , That his sick body might have ease and rest ; He strove in vain ! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing , Though Nature forced ; though like some captive guest , Some royal ...
... sweet breath of healing , That his sick body might have ease and rest ; He strove in vain ! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing , Though Nature forced ; though like some captive guest , Some royal ...
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... sweet Genevieve ! In beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : * See Note at the end of the ...
... sweet Genevieve ! In beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : * See Note at the end of the ...
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Page 162 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 120 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 122 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Page 173 - 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.
Page 131 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet...
Page 174 - 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...
Page 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 121 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 308 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. "Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Page 138 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.