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Side 10
... darkness of night , whence sweet , merry morn ariseth . I feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when ... dark , and I cannot distinguish more than that a man is there . " The figure now glided slowly along . Kate ...
... darkness of night , whence sweet , merry morn ariseth . I feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when ... dark , and I cannot distinguish more than that a man is there . " The figure now glided slowly along . Kate ...
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... darker ; its square tower was already crumbling , overgrown with ivy and moss , that crept around the whole of the sacred edifice . In the church - yard were a few yews , and many evergreen shrubs , but the bloom of rose and violet that ...
... darker ; its square tower was already crumbling , overgrown with ivy and moss , that crept around the whole of the sacred edifice . In the church - yard were a few yews , and many evergreen shrubs , but the bloom of rose and violet that ...
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... darkness of sin , and fathom the depths of sorrow , let not the image of Ellerton fade from our memories ; let us not forget that there is bright happiness too upon earth , where modest Virtue dwells . RUINS . " I have seen the walls of ...
... darkness of sin , and fathom the depths of sorrow , let not the image of Ellerton fade from our memories ; let us not forget that there is bright happiness too upon earth , where modest Virtue dwells . RUINS . " I have seen the walls of ...
Side 18
... greenwood bower , and childhood's play ? Wake , little dreamer , wake from fancy's sleep ; Why not for darker years those shadowy pleasures keep ? N.E. THE MAIDEN'S BLUSH . WITHIN a bower of roses , 18 LINES ON A CHILD MUSING .
... greenwood bower , and childhood's play ? Wake , little dreamer , wake from fancy's sleep ; Why not for darker years those shadowy pleasures keep ? N.E. THE MAIDEN'S BLUSH . WITHIN a bower of roses , 18 LINES ON A CHILD MUSING .
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... dark tumults , and the restless din Of mirth to solitude , and look within . What sees it there ? -perchance a dreary train Of withered hopes and joys for ever gone , Of scenes long past , recalled now but with pain , And Love's soft ...
... dark tumults , and the restless din Of mirth to solitude , and look within . What sees it there ? -perchance a dreary train Of withered hopes and joys for ever gone , Of scenes long past , recalled now but with pain , And Love's soft ...
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Side 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Side 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Side 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Side 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Side 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Side 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Side 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Side 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Side 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .