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Winthrop Mackworth Praed. prince in the Arabian Tales , I must be frozen into stone before I can finish my task without turning to the right or the left . ' " For the love you bear us , a truce to your similes they shall be felony ...
Winthrop Mackworth Praed. prince in the Arabian Tales , I must be frozen into stone before I can finish my task without turning to the right or the left . ' " For the love you bear us , a truce to your similes they shall be felony ...
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... stone ; Now the weak and wailing cry Of a stripling's agony ! Cold by this was the midnight air ; But the Abbot's blood ran colder , When he saw a gasping knight lie there , With a gash beneath his clotted hair , And a hump upon his ...
... stone ; Now the weak and wailing cry Of a stripling's agony ! Cold by this was the midnight air ; But the Abbot's blood ran colder , When he saw a gasping knight lie there , With a gash beneath his clotted hair , And a hump upon his ...
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... stone . Alas ! it was a dismal pause , When the wild rabble's fierce applause Died slowly on the answering air ; And in the still and mute profound , She started even at the sound Of the half - thought , half - spoken prayer Her heart ...
... stone . Alas ! it was a dismal pause , When the wild rabble's fierce applause Died slowly on the answering air ; And in the still and mute profound , She started even at the sound Of the half - thought , half - spoken prayer Her heart ...
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... stone Upraised in ages long bygone To mark where , closed her toilsome race , Some sainted sister sleeps in grace . Such Bertha seemed : about her grew Sweet wild - flowers , sweet of scent and hue ; And she had fixed with pious care ...
... stone Upraised in ages long bygone To mark where , closed her toilsome race , Some sainted sister sleeps in grace . Such Bertha seemed : about her grew Sweet wild - flowers , sweet of scent and hue ; And she had fixed with pious care ...
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... Cross hath barred his terrible way , The Cross among the flowers . As an eagle pierced on his cloudy throne , As a column sent from its base of stone , Backward the stricken monster dropped ; Never he stayed , 44 LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS .
... Cross hath barred his terrible way , The Cross among the flowers . As an eagle pierced on his cloudy throne , As a column sent from its base of stone , Backward the stricken monster dropped ; Never he stayed , 44 LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS .
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April Fools Araminta beam beauty Beauty's Bishop Monk bliss blue bowers Brazen Head breath bright brow charming cheek cold Count Otto courser dance dark dear Derwent Coleridge dream earth Eton eyes fair fancy Fanny Fare thee father fear flowers fool Francis Curzon frown Fustian gaze glance gout half Hall hath head hear heart heaven hope hour Lady laugh light lips lonely look Lord lover Lurley lute maid maiden Marriage mirth Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion poems poets Praed Praed's pray Quince Rhine rhyme rose round sigh sing Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul strange swear sweet talk Tam O'Shanter tears tell thine things thought throng to-day to-night tone tree twas Valentine's Day voice wandered weep Whate'er whispered wine Winthrop Mackworth Praed young youth
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Page 206 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them for the Sunday Journal.
Page 201 - At his approach complaint grew mild ; And when his hand unbarred the shutter, The clammy lips of fever smiled The welcome which they could not utter. He always had a tale for me Of Julius Caesar, or of Venus; From him I learnt the rule of three, I used to singe his powdered wig, To steal the staff he put such trust in, And make the puppy dance a jig, When he began to quote Augustine.
Page 164 - I think that friars and their hoods, Their doctrines and their maggots, Have lighted up too many feuds, And far too many faggots ; I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.
Page 38 - The cock doth crow ; It is time for the Fisher to rise and go. Fair luck to the Abbot, fair luck to the shrine ; He hath gnawed in twain my choicest line ; Let him swim to the north, let him swim to the south, The Abbot will carry my hook in his mouth.
Page 27 - Persian stories ; Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo, Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter, And autographs of Prince Leboo, And recipes for elder-water.
Page 195 - Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion, Taught us both how to sing and to speak, And we loved one another with passion, Before we had been there a week : You gave me a ring for a token ; I wear it wherever I go ; I gave you a chain — is it broken ? My own Araminta, say
Page 196 - When I heard I was going abroad, love, I thought I was going to die; We walked arm in arm to the road, love, We looked arm in arm to the sky; And I said ' When a foreign postilion Has hurried me off to the Po, Forget not Medora Trevilian : My own Araminta, say
Page 220 - Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some — before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for Liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Without the fear of sessions; Charles...
Page 197 - If he don't stand six feet in his shoes, If his lips are not redder than roses, If his hands are not whiter than snow, If he has not the model of noses, My own Araminta, say
Page 230 - ... is laid down with fresh gravel, Papa is laid up with the gout ; And Jane has gone on with her easels, And Anne has gone off with Sir Paul ; And Fanny is sick with the measles, — And I'll tell you the rest at the Ball.