Literature and Life ...Edwin Greenlaw, Clarence Stratton Scott, Foresman, 1922 |
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... thee from this place ; They are all here tonight , the whole blood- thirsty race ! " Get hence ! get hence ! there's dwarfish Hildebrand ; 100 He had a fever late , and in the fit He curséd thee and thine , both house and land ; Then ...
... thee from this place ; They are all here tonight , the whole blood- thirsty race ! " Get hence ! get hence ! there's dwarfish Hildebrand ; 100 He had a fever late , and in the fit He curséd thee and thine , both house and land ; Then ...
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... thee , Porphyro ! -St . Agnes ' Eve ! God's help ! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night ; good angels her deceive ! But let me laugh awhile , I've mickle time to grieve . " 126 Feebly she laugheth in the languid moon , While ...
... thee , Porphyro ! -St . Agnes ' Eve ! God's help ! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night ; good angels her deceive ! But let me laugh awhile , I've mickle time to grieve . " 126 Feebly she laugheth in the languid moon , While ...
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... thee , so my soul doth ache . " Thus whispering , his warm , unnervéd arm Sank in her pillow . Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains - ' twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as icéd stream . 282 250. fear , a person in fear ...
... thee , so my soul doth ache . " Thus whispering , his warm , unnervéd arm Sank in her pillow . Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains - ' twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as icéd stream . 282 250. fear , a person in fear ...
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... thee hither bring ? I curse not , for my heart is lost in thine , 331 Though thou forsakest a deceivéd thing— A dove forlorn and lost with sick , unprunéd wing . " " My Madeline ! sweet dreamer ! lovely bride ! 335 Say , may I be for ...
... thee hither bring ? I curse not , for my heart is lost in thine , 331 Though thou forsakest a deceivéd thing— A dove forlorn and lost with sick , unprunéd wing . " " My Madeline ! sweet dreamer ! lovely bride ! 335 Say , may I be for ...
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... thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are con- signed- 5 To fetters , and the damp vault's dayless gloom , Their country conquers with their martyr- dom , And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind . 11 Chillon ! Thy ...
... thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are con- signed- 5 To fetters , and the damp vault's dayless gloom , Their country conquers with their martyr- dom , And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind . 11 Chillon ! Thy ...
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Page 374 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 39 - Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. so Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 38 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 13 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Page 561 - If his very initial sentence tend not to the outbringing of this effect, then he has failed in his first step. In the whole composition there should be no word written, of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one preestablished design.
Page 475 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this great universe.
Page 265 - DURING THE WHOLE of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 265 - ... a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable ; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me — upon the mere house and the simple landscape features of the domain, upon the bleak walls, upon the vacant eyelike windows, upon a few rank sedges, and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees...
Page 24 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free; 370 I asked not why, and recked not where ; It was at length the same to me, Fettered or fetterless to be, I learned to love despair.
Page 17 - Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains: — 'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream: The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies: It...