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... Soul Ten Years Ago The Bachelor's Dream Behave Yoursel ' Before Folk The Daisy in India The Scarf of Gold and Blue .. .. The Battle of Blenheim .. The Slave's Dream .. I'm Not a Lover now .. .. Tennyson . 267 .. Anon . 269 Anon . 271 ...
... Soul Ten Years Ago The Bachelor's Dream Behave Yoursel ' Before Folk The Daisy in India The Scarf of Gold and Blue .. .. The Battle of Blenheim .. The Slave's Dream .. I'm Not a Lover now .. .. Tennyson . 267 .. Anon . 269 Anon . 271 ...
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... soul , Still cling around our hearts , Between let ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the sun : Yet , still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , - 66 " We are one ! " Washington ...
... soul , Still cling around our hearts , Between let ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the sun : Yet , still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , - 66 " We are one ! " Washington ...
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... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE B PSALMIST . " " TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; ' For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 10 A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real life.
... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE B PSALMIST . " " TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; ' For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 10 A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real life.
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... soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Finds us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled ...
... soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Finds us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled ...
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... souls from bliss may sever , But , if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our darling is , and what we still must be ; When we muse on that world's perfect bliss , and this world's misery ...
... souls from bliss may sever , But , if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our darling is , and what we still must be ; When we muse on that world's perfect bliss , and this world's misery ...
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arms beautiful snow bells beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO breast breath bright brow Brutus Charles Mackay cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep door dread dreams earth eyes face fair FAKENHAM father fear fell flowers gazed goblet grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HERCULANEUM hope Horace Smith Inchcape Rock John's eve KING ROBERT kiss knew lady light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton maiden mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never nevermore night Numps o'er ocean once ORATOR PUFF ORISKA Pay your tithes Pigswiddy PYRAMUS AND THISBE Quoth Quoth the Raven ring ROBERT OF SICILY round seeing's not believing sigh sleep smile soul sound spoke stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne Twas Valmond voice wave wild woman of mind words young youth
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Page 61 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his...
Page 18 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Page 153 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 153 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Page 153 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 235 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Page 17 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Page 154 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Page 155 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 153 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.