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... Night in a Camp 123 99 LIII . Mercy 125 29 LIV . King Richard II . and Bolingbroke 126 99 LV . A King in Despair 129 29 LVI . Cassius's Contempt for Cæsar 131 99 LVII . The Influence of Music 133 LVIII . King John and the Death of ...
... Night in a Camp 123 99 LIII . Mercy 125 29 LIV . King Richard II . and Bolingbroke 126 99 LV . A King in Despair 129 29 LVI . Cassius's Contempt for Cæsar 131 99 LVII . The Influence of Music 133 LVIII . King John and the Death of ...
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... nights he had passed there : he had one of these little sticks in his hand , and with a rusty nail he was etching * another day of misery to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards ...
... nights he had passed there : he had one of these little sticks in his hand , and with a rusty nail he was etching * another day of misery to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards ...
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... night , and the west wind blew them before it like withered leaves ? * 7. All has passed , unregretted " as unseen ; or if the apathy be ever shaken off , even for an instant , it is only by what is gross , or what is extraordinary ...
... night , and the west wind blew them before it like withered leaves ? * 7. All has passed , unregretted " as unseen ; or if the apathy be ever shaken off , even for an instant , it is only by what is gross , or what is extraordinary ...
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... night - storm . lum ' - ber - ing ruf ' - fled jut ' - ting moist ' - en - ed whirl ' - wind dis ' - mal XVI . A HIGHLAND SNOW STORM ( 4 ) . 18. BARE is poor Flora's head , and sorely drenched her hair , that an hour or two ago ...
... night - storm . lum ' - ber - ing ruf ' - fled jut ' - ting moist ' - en - ed whirl ' - wind dis ' - mal XVI . A HIGHLAND SNOW STORM ( 4 ) . 18. BARE is poor Flora's head , and sorely drenched her hair , that an hour or two ago ...
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... night - to live or to die . And the night seemed already come , so full was the lift1 of snow ; while the glimmer every moment became gloomier , as if the day were expiring long before its time . Howling at a distance down the glen was ...
... night - to live or to die . And the night seemed already come , so full was the lift1 of snow ; while the glimmer every moment became gloomier , as if the day were expiring long before its time . Howling at a distance down the glen was ...
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Page 68 - 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.
Page 130 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 126 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 117 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 51 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 55 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 120 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Page 81 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear. All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 58 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer....
Page 51 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...