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... birds ; but every one with something : and a great chain of white beads about their necks . At his entrance before the king , all the people gave a great shout . The Queen of Appamatuck was appointed to bring him water to wash his hands ...
... birds ; but every one with something : and a great chain of white beads about their necks . At his entrance before the king , all the people gave a great shout . The Queen of Appamatuck was appointed to bring him water to wash his hands ...
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... birds hatcht in the nest ; Four cocks there were , and hens the rest . i nurst them up with pains and care , Nor cost nor labor did I spare ; Till at the last they felt their wing , Mounted the trees , and learnt to sing . A LOVE ...
... birds hatcht in the nest ; Four cocks there were , and hens the rest . i nurst them up with pains and care , Nor cost nor labor did I spare ; Till at the last they felt their wing , Mounted the trees , and learnt to sing . A LOVE ...
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... bird wandering from his nest , that he remained with his poor people till he took wing to become a bird of paradise , along with the winged seraphim of heaven . ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON . ( The motto inscribed on his gravestone ...
... bird wandering from his nest , that he remained with his poor people till he took wing to become a bird of paradise , along with the winged seraphim of heaven . ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON . ( The motto inscribed on his gravestone ...
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... birds , and painted bowl , And ven'son , for a journey drest , Bespeak the nature of the soul , - Activity , that wants no rest . His bow for action ready bent , And arrows with a head of bone , Can only mean that life is spent , And ...
... birds , and painted bowl , And ven'son , for a journey drest , Bespeak the nature of the soul , - Activity , that wants no rest . His bow for action ready bent , And arrows with a head of bone , Can only mean that life is spent , And ...
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... birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the occurrences before he fell ...
... birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling aloft , and breasting the pure mountain breeze . " Surely , " thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the occurrences before he fell ...
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Page 136 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 137 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Page 249 - High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 212 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 141 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 250 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 131 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 237 - All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Page 218 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 242 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.