The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 sidor |
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... deep feeling of inspiration . care neither for explanations nor excuses ; and The palpable agency of superior powers would de- such particulars might not unfitly be deemed un - stroy the obscurity of her character , and sink her ...
... deep feeling of inspiration . care neither for explanations nor excuses ; and The palpable agency of superior powers would de- such particulars might not unfitly be deemed un - stroy the obscurity of her character , and sink her ...
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... deep red clouds Gather before the wind - the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Appear'd to rock my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell lo ! from the clouds an arm Heavy ...
... deep red clouds Gather before the wind - the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Appear'd to rock my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell lo ! from the clouds an arm Heavy ...
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... deep impress'd the horrors of that hour . Then as our widow - wives clung round our necks , And the deep sob of anguish interrupted The prayer of parting , even the pious priest As he implored his God to strengthen us , And told us we ...
... deep impress'd the horrors of that hour . Then as our widow - wives clung round our necks , And the deep sob of anguish interrupted The prayer of parting , even the pious priest As he implored his God to strengthen us , And told us we ...
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... deep - toned dirge , and saw the banners wave A pompous shade , and the tall torches cast In the mid - day sun a dim and gloomy light , 44 I thought what he had been on earth who now 43 - we had no relief to grant . The aged ones groan ...
... deep - toned dirge , and saw the banners wave A pompous shade , and the tall torches cast In the mid - day sun a dim and gloomy light , 44 I thought what he had been on earth who now 43 - we had no relief to grant . The aged ones groan ...
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... deep wounds bleeding , vainly with weak hand I check'd the powerless rein . Nor aught avail'd When heal'd at length , defeated and alone Again to enter Orleans . In Lorraine I sought to raise new powers , and now return'd With strangest ...
... deep wounds bleeding , vainly with weak hand I check'd the powerless rein . Nor aught avail'd When heal'd at length , defeated and alone Again to enter Orleans . In Lorraine I sought to raise new powers , and now return'd With strangest ...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume Robert Southey Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1866 |
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Sida 176 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Sida 462 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
Sida 223 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Sida 466 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Sida 445 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
Sida 462 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Sida 153 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Sida 216 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Sida 74 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
Sida 129 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.