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... night , but as the dawn approached it was dis- turbed by strange and un- quiet dreams which impressed him the more as they were colored by the peculiar phil- osophy he embraced . He thought that he was trans- ported to the bowels of the ...
... night , but as the dawn approached it was dis- turbed by strange and un- quiet dreams which impressed him the more as they were colored by the peculiar phil- osophy he embraced . He thought that he was trans- ported to the bowels of the ...
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... night ? Through the mist that floats above us Faintly sounds the vesper - bell THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY . THE POET'S EPITAPH , ESCAPED the gloom of mortal life , a soul Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay Safe where no cares their ...
... night ? Through the mist that floats above us Faintly sounds the vesper - bell THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY . THE POET'S EPITAPH , ESCAPED the gloom of mortal life , a soul Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay Safe where no cares their ...
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... night , Each hero shines , and lures the soul To gain the distant happy goal . For is there one who , musing o'er the grave The clock's deep pendulum , swinging through Where lies interred the good , the wise , the still ; the blast ...
... night , Each hero shines , and lures the soul To gain the distant happy goal . For is there one who , musing o'er the grave The clock's deep pendulum , swinging through Where lies interred the good , the wise , the still ; the blast ...
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... night and day ; For what are men better than sheep or goats , That nourish a blind life within the brain , If , knowing God , they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round ...
... night and day ; For what are men better than sheep or goats , That nourish a blind life within the brain , If , knowing God , they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round ...
Side 56
... night , as Abram lay in bed Thinking upon his blissful state in life , He thought upon his brother Zimri's lot , And said , " He dwells within his house alone , He goeth forth to toil with few to help , He goeth home at night to a cold ...
... night , as Abram lay in bed Thinking upon his blissful state in life , He thought upon his brother Zimri's lot , And said , " He dwells within his house alone , He goeth forth to toil with few to help , He goeth home at night to a cold ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Day arms beauty Belisarius blood body brave breath bright carbonic acid Carthage cold Constantinople cried dark dear death dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel fire flowers force frae friends Gelimer Goths hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king lady light live look Lord mind morning motion Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Patie Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poor Priam Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman round seemed Sicily sleep smile soldiers soon soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree truth Twas tyrant Vitiges voice weel wife wild wind woman wonder words young Zimri
Populære passager
Side 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Side 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Side 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Side 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Side 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Side 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Side 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Side 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.