The Poetical Works of John MiltonRoutledge, 1857 - 570 pages |
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... Coming Home ? Vol . 2 Conflict and Postcolonial Return Migration in the Context of France and North Africa , 1962–2009 Maroc Algeri Ver Edited by Sharif Gemie and Scott Soo Coming Home? Vol. 2 Coming Home? Vol. 2: Conflict and. France ...
... Coming Home ? Vol . 2 Conflict and Postcolonial Return Migration in the Context of France and North Africa , 1962–2009 Maroc Algeri Ver Edited by Sharif Gemie and Scott Soo Coming Home? Vol. 2 Coming Home? Vol. 2: Conflict and. France ...
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eBook Edition H. G. Wells. What Is Coming? A Forecast of Things After the War H. G. Wells Contents: H. G. Wells – A Major Prophet Of His Time What Is Coming? I. — Forecasting The Future Ii. — The End Of The War Iii. — Nations In ...
eBook Edition H. G. Wells. What Is Coming? A Forecast of Things After the War H. G. Wells Contents: H. G. Wells – A Major Prophet Of His Time What Is Coming? I. — Forecasting The Future Ii. — The End Of The War Iii. — Nations In ...
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... coming fromabell tent, but soonthe 'Last Post' sounded,anda fewminutes later the plaintive notes ofthe bugle gave the signal for 'Lights Out.' Thereupon twoof the Y.M.C.A. leaders, leaving the camp behind, walkedup and downthesands ...
... coming fromabell tent, but soonthe 'Last Post' sounded,anda fewminutes later the plaintive notes ofthe bugle gave the signal for 'Lights Out.' Thereupon twoof the Y.M.C.A. leaders, leaving the camp behind, walkedup and downthesands ...
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... PLACE TO COME FOR HOLLY FOR GERTRUDE'S DECORATIONS . ' See pages 10 and 11 . BROKEN PURPOSES ; OR , THE GOOD TIME COMING . ' I SAY , OLD FELLOW , WHAT MAKES YOU SO GLOOMY ? ' THE GOOD TIME COMING . THE GOOD TIME COMING . ...
... PLACE TO COME FOR HOLLY FOR GERTRUDE'S DECORATIONS . ' See pages 10 and 11 . BROKEN PURPOSES ; OR , THE GOOD TIME COMING . ' I SAY , OLD FELLOW , WHAT MAKES YOU SO GLOOMY ? ' THE GOOD TIME COMING . THE GOOD TIME COMING . ...
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... Coming is not that particular story, it was inspired by the loving way in which my friend retold her cousin's final days. So, I would like to thank Rhonda for sharing her heartbreak and joy with me. I would also like to thank Linda ...
... Coming is not that particular story, it was inspired by the loving way in which my friend retold her cousin's final days. So, I would like to thank Rhonda for sharing her heartbreak and joy with me. I would also like to thank Linda ...
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Page 54 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 55 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 422 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 464 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 466 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 466 - Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake ; How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Page 111 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye pines; With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise.
Page 418 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Page 423 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 405 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.