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... feel- ing for those luckless fellow - sharers of the desert and the storm . " My guide , when we set out , told me that we should meet El Rey Mata Florida . In fact , the pages of the Re- gency soon announced his approach . I must make ...
... feel- ing for those luckless fellow - sharers of the desert and the storm . " My guide , when we set out , told me that we should meet El Rey Mata Florida . In fact , the pages of the Re- gency soon announced his approach . I must make ...
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... feel some little part of what I feel . So insupportable a toil weighs down My weary soul , that , did I not create Some strong deceit of power , to ease the weight , I must at once die - die without my crown Of martyrdom , a register'd ...
... feel some little part of what I feel . So insupportable a toil weighs down My weary soul , that , did I not create Some strong deceit of power , to ease the weight , I must at once die - die without my crown Of martyrdom , a register'd ...
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... feel it , thus you con- descend Merely to shame me in the end . You travell'd gentlemen are used From kindness to put up with all . I know you cannot be amused With anything that one like me lets fall . Faust . To hear you speak ...
... feel it , thus you con- descend Merely to shame me in the end . You travell'd gentlemen are used From kindness to put up with all . I know you cannot be amused With anything that one like me lets fall . Faust . To hear you speak ...
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... feel the morn- ing breeze's breath . Marg . This hand was guilty of a mo- ther's death ! I drown'd my child ! And thou canst tell , If it was mine , ' twas thine as well . I scarce believe , though so it seem— Give me thy hand - I do ...
... feel the morn- ing breeze's breath . Marg . This hand was guilty of a mo- ther's death ! I drown'd my child ! And thou canst tell , If it was mine , ' twas thine as well . I scarce believe , though so it seem— Give me thy hand - I do ...
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... feel- ing , on which point the author of Child Harold , and the Quarterly Re- view , are at issue : " On his return from the Russian cam- paign , he was deploring with deep emo- tion , the death of so many gallant soldiers , mowed down ...
... feel- ing , on which point the author of Child Harold , and the Quarterly Re- view , are at issue : " On his return from the Russian cam- paign , he was deploring with deep emo- tion , the death of so many gallant soldiers , mowed down ...
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Side 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Side 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Side 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Side 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 470 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Side 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Side 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
Side 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.