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... mother , a foul and terrible crea- ture , came to revenge her son , and she slaughtered one of the king's dearest friends . Beowulf determines to seek and to slay the hag , even at the bottom of the pool where she lives . The king ...
... mother , a foul and terrible crea- ture , came to revenge her son , and she slaughtered one of the king's dearest friends . Beowulf determines to seek and to slay the hag , even at the bottom of the pool where she lives . The king ...
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... mother ween we ? Yea may we . What doth the mother to her bairn ? First she cheereth and blesseth it by the light , and afterwards she putteth under it her arm , or covers its head to give it sleep and rest . This doth the Lord of you ...
... mother ween we ? Yea may we . What doth the mother to her bairn ? First she cheereth and blesseth it by the light , and afterwards she putteth under it her arm , or covers its head to give it sleep and rest . This doth the Lord of you ...
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... mother ween we ? Yea may we . What doth the mother to her bairn ? First she cheereth and blesseth it by the light , and afterwards she putteth under it her arm , or covers its head to give it sleep and rest . This doth the Lord of you ...
... mother ween we ? Yea may we . What doth the mother to her bairn ? First she cheereth and blesseth it by the light , and afterwards she putteth under it her arm , or covers its head to give it sleep and rest . This doth the Lord of you ...
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... mother with her young darling ; she fleeth from it , and hides herself , and lets it sit alone , and look yearningly about , and call Dame ! dame ! ' and weep awhile ; and then with out- spread arms leapeth laughing forth , and claspeth ...
... mother with her young darling ; she fleeth from it , and hides herself , and lets it sit alone , and look yearningly about , and call Dame ! dame ! ' and weep awhile ; and then with out- spread arms leapeth laughing forth , and claspeth ...
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... mother , and returns to Rymenhild , who is nearly dead with despair . Her ende de tale of Horn Dat fair was and no3t unorn ; Make we us glade eure among , For dus him ended Hornes song . Jesus dat is of hevene king zeve us alle his ...
... mother , and returns to Rymenhild , who is nearly dead with despair . Her ende de tale of Horn Dat fair was and no3t unorn ; Make we us glade eure among , For dus him ended Hornes song . Jesus dat is of hevene king zeve us alle his ...
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Page 375 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 363 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 237 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 333 - Friend, My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her...
Page 218 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 333 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith...
Page 167 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 261 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 262 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 248 - It was said of Socrates that he brought Philosophy down from heaven, to inhabit among men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffeehouses.