Little Classics, Bind 13–14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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Side 11
... voice that bayed the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; - These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And filled each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No ...
... voice that bayed the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; - These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And filled each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No ...
Side 20
... virtue , fare thee well ! Farewell , and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , world in snow , row , ound , ad . d , sail ,. LITTLE CLASSICS .
... virtue , fare thee well ! Farewell , and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , world in snow , row , ound , ad . d , sail ,. LITTLE CLASSICS .
Side 21
... voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; Teach him , that states of native strength possest , Though very ...
... voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigors of the inclement clime ; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; Teach him , that states of native strength possest , Though very ...
Side 37
... voices in the air . " Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' is this the man ? By Him who died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who bideth by himself He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot.
... voices in the air . " Is it he ? ' quoth one , ' is this the man ? By Him who died on cross , With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross . " The spirit who bideth by himself He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot.
Side 38
... voice , As soft as honey - dew ; 6 Quoth he , The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . ' " VI . FIRST VOICE . " BUT tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing , - - What makes that ship drive on so fast ...
... voice , As soft as honey - dew ; 6 Quoth he , The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . ' " VI . FIRST VOICE . " BUT tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing , - - What makes that ship drive on so fast ...
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Side 29 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Side 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Side 28 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Side 45 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Side 150 - thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Side 11 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 36 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 146 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Side 145 - 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.
Side 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...