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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 18
Sivu 6
... heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nurs'ry window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was.- -Where thou art gone , Adieus and ...
... heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nurs'ry window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? -It was.- -Where thou art gone , Adieus and ...
Sivu 11
... heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns , And only there , please highly for their sake . LOVE OF NATURE . Here unmolested , through whatever sign The sun proceeds , I wander . Neither mist , Nor freezing sky nor sultry , checking ...
... heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns , And only there , please highly for their sake . LOVE OF NATURE . Here unmolested , through whatever sign The sun proceeds , I wander . Neither mist , Nor freezing sky nor sultry , checking ...
Sivu 13
... heard A kindred melody , the scene recurs , And with it all its pleasures and its pains . Such comprehensive views the spirit takes That in a few short moments I retrace ( As in a map the voyager his course ) The windings of my way ...
... heard A kindred melody , the scene recurs , And with it all its pleasures and its pains . Such comprehensive views the spirit takes That in a few short moments I retrace ( As in a map the voyager his course ) The windings of my way ...
Sivu 16
... heard for ages , have an end . Foretold by prophets , and by poets sung , Whose fire was kindled at the prophet's lamp , The time of rest2 , the promis'd Sabbath comes . Six thousand years of sorrow have well - nigh Fulfill'd their ...
... heard for ages , have an end . Foretold by prophets , and by poets sung , Whose fire was kindled at the prophet's lamp , The time of rest2 , the promis'd Sabbath comes . Six thousand years of sorrow have well - nigh Fulfill'd their ...
Sivu 18
... heard salvation . Eastern Java there Kneels with the native of the farthest west ; And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand , And worships . Her report has travell'd forth Into all lands . From ev'ry clime they come To see thy beauty , and ...
... heard salvation . Eastern Java there Kneels with the native of the farthest west ; And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand , And worships . Her report has travell'd forth Into all lands . From ev'ry clime they come To see thy beauty , and ...
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angel beam behold beneath bird blood breath bright Caernarvonshire clouds Cromwell crown dark dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth Edition England ev'ry eyes fair father fear feel fix'd flood foul fountain of eternal Gaza gentle glory grace hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Henry VI hill honour hope hour Hubert Julius Cæsar justice king labour light LIQUEURS little Prince live LONGMAN lord mercy methought mind morn morocco mortal mountains Muses Nature's never night numbers nymph o'er Orcus Paradise peace plain pleas'd poets pow'r praise Prince pupil Quaternion Queen Richard II rising ROBINSON's ART round Samson scene shade Shakspeare shame sight sleep smile SMOKING MEAT song sorrow soul sound spirit stream sweet Taliessin tears tempest thee thine thought walk wander warbling wave wild wind wings woods words young youth
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Sivu 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Sivu 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Sivu 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Sivu 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Sivu 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Sivu 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Sivu 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Sivu 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Sivu 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Sivu 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.