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... thine eye , Which makes me sad , I know not why , Nor can my dream resolve the doubt . But ere the lark hath left the lea I wake , and I discern the truth ; It is the trouble of my youth That foolish sleep transfers to thee . IV ...
... thine eye , Which makes me sad , I know not why , Nor can my dream resolve the doubt . But ere the lark hath left the lea I wake , and I discern the truth ; It is the trouble of my youth That foolish sleep transfers to thee . IV ...
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... Thine are the sapless root and withered bough , Hers the green memory and immortal day . ( Inscription by the Earl of Carlisle on a tree planteă by the late Countess of St. Germains , in the Viceregal Grounds , Dublin . ) ( B ) All ...
... Thine are the sapless root and withered bough , Hers the green memory and immortal day . ( Inscription by the Earl of Carlisle on a tree planteă by the late Countess of St. Germains , in the Viceregal Grounds , Dublin . ) ( B ) All ...
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... go . • Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . ' And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seem'd so fair FIRST QUARTER . - THIRD WEEK . 15.
... go . • Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . ' And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seem'd so fair FIRST QUARTER . - THIRD WEEK . 15.
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... thine eyes Than a sunny rill ; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still . Yet - as all things mourn awhile For fleeting blisses ; Let us too - but be our dirge A dirge of kisses . VII . Quum de supplemento legionum , quæ in ...
... thine eyes Than a sunny rill ; And thy whispering melodies Are tenderer still . Yet - as all things mourn awhile For fleeting blisses ; Let us too - but be our dirge A dirge of kisses . VII . Quum de supplemento legionum , quæ in ...
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... thine own memory of our kindness done . ' Alas ! what wilt thou do ? how shalt thou bear The cruel world , the sickening still despair , The mocking , curious faces bent on thee , When thou hast known what love there is in me 20 AIDS TO ...
... thine own memory of our kindness done . ' Alas ! what wilt thou do ? how shalt thou bear The cruel world , the sickening still despair , The mocking , curious faces bent on thee , When thou hast known what love there is in me 20 AIDS TO ...
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Page 85 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 34 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a papermill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Page 80 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 86 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Page 27 - A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their flaming villages, in part were slaughtered ; others, — without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank...
Page 40 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our...
Page 72 - Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Page 33 - Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 16 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law — Tho...
Page 105 - This is some fellow, Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb Quite from his nature : he cannot flatter, he, — An honest mind and plain, — he must speak truth ! An they will take it, so ; if not, he 's plain.