The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - 522 pages |
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... rest To my o'erwearied limbs , there will I die ! Unto salvation , and the holy spring Of all divine philosophy - and thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil traffic won , Nor got by fraud ...
... rest To my o'erwearied limbs , there will I die ! Unto salvation , and the holy spring Of all divine philosophy - and thou poor dust , For which the soul of man is often sold ; Yet wast thou not by evil traffic won , Nor got by fraud ...
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... rest . Let's to the shore ! - SCENE III . A beautiful rocky valley , crowned with palms , plan- tains , and all the rich and picturesque vegetation of tropical climates . The CAPTAIN and ALBERT . Cap . Not satisfied ! Is three months ...
... rest . Let's to the shore ! - SCENE III . A beautiful rocky valley , crowned with palms , plan- tains , and all the rich and picturesque vegetation of tropical climates . The CAPTAIN and ALBERT . Cap . Not satisfied ! Is three months ...
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... rest . He accordingly took a large house , fur- nished it sumptuously , and began in reality to be looked upon as somebody . He did not , it is true , hold much intercourse with the citizens , though he was a most munificent patron of ...
... rest . He accordingly took a large house , fur- nished it sumptuously , and began in reality to be looked upon as somebody . He did not , it is true , hold much intercourse with the citizens , though he was a most munificent patron of ...
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... rest . Ugo . [ A bell tolls the hour . The time wears on ; - 1 must not tarry longer , or the hour Will be past midnight ere I reach my home . I will be here to - morrow ere the sun set . Sweet rest to thee , my Margaret , and good ...
... rest . Ugo . [ A bell tolls the hour . The time wears on ; - 1 must not tarry longer , or the hour Will be past midnight ere I reach my home . I will be here to - morrow ere the sun set . Sweet rest to thee , my Margaret , and good ...
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... rest awhile , thou need'st repose ; These rooms are still , and I will send attendants Who will regard thy comfort , ere thou go Back to thy home . Mad . B. I go not back without thee ! I will not leave thee in the cruel power Of him ...
... rest awhile , thou need'st repose ; These rooms are still , and I will send attendants Who will regard thy comfort , ere thou go Back to thy home . Mad . B. I go not back without thee ! I will not leave thee in the cruel power Of him ...
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Achzib ADONIJAH Amariah angels Anne Boleyn ARIOCH arms art thou Babylon beauty behold BELSHAZZAR beneath BENINA BIANCA bird bless blood breath bright brow CALLIAS Caswallon child clouds cold coursers dark dead dear death deep didst dost doth earth Endymion eyes fair father FAZIO fear fierce flowers gentle glory gold golden green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hengist holy IMLAH King lady LADY ROCHFORD light lips look Lord lute MARGARITA Marien mercy morning mother Nabonassar ne'er neath night NITOCRIS noble o'er OLYBIUS pale poor pride proud Queen Raym rich round Samor sate Saxon seem'd shalt silent sleep soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tree unto voice Vortigern Vortimer weary weep wild wilt wind wings wonder youth
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