The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 800 sidor |
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... Heaven , may likeliest remedy The stricken mind , or frenzied or possess'd . " So as Sir Robert ceased , the Maiden cried , " I am not mad . Possess'd indeed I am ! The hand of God is strong upon my soul , And I have wrestled vainly ...
... Heaven , may likeliest remedy The stricken mind , or frenzied or possess'd . " So as Sir Robert ceased , the Maiden cried , " I am not mad . Possess'd indeed I am ! The hand of God is strong upon my soul , And I have wrestled vainly ...
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... Heaven , To wield a sword before whose fated edge , Far , far from Orleans shall the English wolves Speed their disastrous flight . Monarch of France ! Send thou the tidings over all the realm , Great tidings of deliverance and of joy ...
... Heaven , To wield a sword before whose fated edge , Far , far from Orleans shall the English wolves Speed their disastrous flight . Monarch of France ! Send thou the tidings over all the realm , Great tidings of deliverance and of joy ...
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... Heaven . " Recovering from amaze , the Priest replied : " Thou art indeed the Delegate of Heaven ! What thou hast said surely thou shalt perform . We ratify thy mission . Go in peace . " JOAN OF ARC . THE FOURTH BOOK . THE feast was ...
... Heaven . " Recovering from amaze , the Priest replied : " Thou art indeed the Delegate of Heaven ! What thou hast said surely thou shalt perform . We ratify thy mission . Go in peace . " JOAN OF ARC . THE FOURTH BOOK . THE feast was ...
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... Heaven , and feel of its unerring truth , As that God liveth , that I live myself , The feeling that deceives not . " " By the hand Her Conrade held and cried , " Ill - fated Maid , That I have torn thee from affection's breast , My ...
... Heaven , and feel of its unerring truth , As that God liveth , that I live myself , The feeling that deceives not . " " By the hand Her Conrade held and cried , " Ill - fated Maid , That I have torn thee from affection's breast , My ...
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... Heaven ; I bade her look to hear Good tidings soon of glorious victory ; I told her I should soon return , . . return With thee , and thou wouldst be to her old age What Madelon had been . " As thus he spake , Warm with the imaginary ...
... Heaven ; I bade her look to hear Good tidings soon of glorious victory ; I told her I should soon return , . . return With thee , and thou wouldst be to her old age What Madelon had been . " As thus he spake , Warm with the imaginary ...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume Robert Southey Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1866 |
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Sida 449 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Sida 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Sida 449 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Sida 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Sida 143 - 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 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Sida 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Sida 208 - 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 450 - 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 213 - 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.