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... face all pale with dread and busy thought , She at the School and elsewhere him hath sought Until thus far she learned , that he had been In the Jews ' street , and there he last was seen . XXI . With Mother's pity in her breast ...
... face all pale with dread and busy thought , She at the School and elsewhere him hath sought Until thus far she learned , that he had been In the Jews ' street , and there he last was seen . XXI . With Mother's pity in her breast ...
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... seen , His salt tears trickled down like showers of rain ; And on his face he dropped upon the ground , And still he lay as if he had been bound . XXXIII . Eke the whole Convent on the pavement lay THE PRIORESS ' TALE . 25.
... seen , His salt tears trickled down like showers of rain ; And on his face he dropped upon the ground , And still he lay as if he had been bound . XXXIII . Eke the whole Convent on the pavement lay THE PRIORESS ' TALE . 25.
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... , pale , and deadly face , Without word uttered , forth he ' gan to pace ; And on his purpose bent so fast to ride , That no wight his continuance espied . Then said he thus , -O Palace desolate ! O TROILUS AND CRESIDA . 39.
... , pale , and deadly face , Without word uttered , forth he ' gan to pace ; And on his purpose bent so fast to ride , That no wight his continuance espied . Then said he thus , -O Palace desolate ! O TROILUS AND CRESIDA . 39.
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... face , and piteous to behold ; And when he might his time aright espy , Aye as he rode , to Pandarus he told Both his new sorrow and his joys of old , So piteously , and with so dead a hue , That every wight might on his sorrow rue ...
... face , and piteous to behold ; And when he might his time aright espy , Aye as he rode , to Pandarus he told Both his new sorrow and his joys of old , So piteously , and with so dead a hue , That every wight might on his sorrow rue ...
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... face , I Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and sore ; prove it thus ; for in no other space Of all this town , save only in this place , Feel I a wind , that soundeth so like pain ; It saith , Alas , why severed are we twain ? A weary while ...
... face , I Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and sore ; prove it thus ; for in no other space Of all this town , save only in this place , Feel I a wind , that soundeth so like pain ; It saith , Alas , why severed are we twain ? A weary while ...
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Page 128 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Page 103 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
Page 105 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 109 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 107 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Page 123 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice 'That flowed along my dreams...
Page 225 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
Page 318 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all!
Page 129 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Page 125 - Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music ; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.