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... follow ; on whose head must fall , Like showers of manna , if they come at all : Whose powers shed round him in the common strife , Or mild concerns of ordinary life , A constant influence , a peculiar grace ; But who , if he be called ...
... follow ; on whose head must fall , Like showers of manna , if they come at all : Whose powers shed round him in the common strife , Or mild concerns of ordinary life , A constant influence , a peculiar grace ; But who , if he be called ...
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... they one half so fearful to the spirit of a man , as the simple idea of a spirit unembodied follow- ing him- Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread , And having once turn'd round , walks on , And LAMB . 79.
... they one half so fearful to the spirit of a man , as the simple idea of a spirit unembodied follow- ing him- Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread , And having once turn'd round , walks on , And LAMB . 79.
Sida 89
... follow him , but were not permitted , the Usher of the Black Rod alleging in excuse , that he had precise orders to look to all admissions that day . To Raleigh , who stood back on the repulse of his companions , he said , " You , sir ...
... follow him , but were not permitted , the Usher of the Black Rod alleging in excuse , that he had precise orders to look to all admissions that day . To Raleigh , who stood back on the repulse of his companions , he said , " You , sir ...
Sida 98
... follow your rare metaphors - Look round these ladies - is there ( she hesitated , and endeavoured to assume an air of great indifference ) -Is there here , in this presence , any lady , the colour of whose hair reminds thee of that ...
... follow your rare metaphors - Look round these ladies - is there ( she hesitated , and endeavoured to assume an air of great indifference ) -Is there here , in this presence , any lady , the colour of whose hair reminds thee of that ...
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... follow our court , and thou shalt see that a true Troilus hath some claim in our grace . Think of what that arch - knave Shakespeare says a plague on him , his toys come into my head when I should think of other matter - Stay , how goes ...
... follow our court , and thou shalt see that a true Troilus hath some claim in our grace . Think of what that arch - knave Shakespeare says a plague on him , his toys come into my head when I should think of other matter - Stay , how goes ...
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adjective Alpheus Amy Robsart ancient Arethusa Assyria Black Rod Bowyer Bridget Byron called CANTO chimney-sweeper cloud Coliseum Compare Dacian dark death derived from Lat dreams Earl earth Elizabeth England English equivalent expression eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fancy favour fear feel follow French Gladmans grace Greek hath heart heaven hence Hertfordshire honour humour Kenilworth knave Kubla Khan lady Lamb Lamb's Latin Leicester's Leucothea light look Lord of Leicester Lord of Sussex Madam March to Finchley marriage means MICHAEL MACMILLAN Milton mountains nature never night noble noun objects ocean originally meant palace passion past participle Petrarch pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Queen replied Varney rhyme Rome ruins sassafras sense Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley sonnets soul sound speak spirit streams Sussex and Leicester thee thing thou art thought Tressilian usual Varney's verb verse waters Wheathampstead wind wings word Wordsworth young
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Sida 50 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Sida 31 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Sida 45 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Sida 53 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Sida 80 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Sida 44 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — "The foe! they come! they come!
Sida 53 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Sida 56 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Sida 54 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 37 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.