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Nay ! frown not - stay his eager hand , And hear me , or my heart will break . In
this , th ' adopted babe I hold With anxious fondness to my breast , My heart's sole
comfort I behold , More dear than life , when life was bless'd ; I saw her pining ...
Nay ! frown not - stay his eager hand , And hear me , or my heart will break . In
this , th ' adopted babe I hold With anxious fondness to my breast , My heart's sole
comfort I behold , More dear than life , when life was bless'd ; I saw her pining ...
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And smile it to disgrace.I cannot follow to the cheerful horn What shall I do with
thee ? -It grieves me much , Whilst thou art sick at home . To hear Count Basil is
not yet departed . Alb . Not very sick . When from the chase he comes , I'll watch
his ...
And smile it to disgrace.I cannot follow to the cheerful horn What shall I do with
thee ? -It grieves me much , Whilst thou art sick at home . To hear Count Basil is
not yet departed . Alb . Not very sick . When from the chase he comes , I'll watch
his ...
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Abb . I hear a noise within the inner courtThe Abbess and Nuns shrink back and
retire They are return'd ; ( listening ; ) and Bernard's to some distance , all the rest
firing their eyes voice I hear : steadfastly upon De Monfort . A long pause .
Abb . I hear a noise within the inner courtThe Abbess and Nuns shrink back and
retire They are return'd ; ( listening ; ) and Bernard's to some distance , all the rest
firing their eyes voice I hear : steadfastly upon De Monfort . A long pause .
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I hear the famish'd brood of prey “ And what , ” I said , “ though blasphemy's loud
Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! With that
sweet music of deliverance strove ! I , unpartaking of the evil thing , Though all ...
I hear the famish'd brood of prey “ And what , ” I said , “ though blasphemy's loud
Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! With that
sweet music of deliverance strove ! I , unpartaking of the evil thing , Though all ...
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Listen to a maiden's prayer ; Thou canst hear though from the wild , Thou canst
save amid despair . Safe may we sleep beneath thy care , Though banish ' ,
outcast , and reviled — Maiden ! hear a maiden's prayer ; Mother , hear a
suppliant ...
Listen to a maiden's prayer ; Thou canst hear though from the wild , Thou canst
save amid despair . Safe may we sleep beneath thy care , Though banish ' ,
outcast , and reviled — Maiden ! hear a maiden's prayer ; Mother , hear a
suppliant ...
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appear arms bear beauty beneath breast breath bright close clouds comes dark dear death deep delight dread earth Enter face fair faith fate father fear feel felt field gave gentle give grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hope hour kind lady land leave less light live look lord maid meet mind morning moved nature never night noble o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poor praise pride rest rise round scene seen shade shore side sight silent smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till truth turn Twas voice wandering wave wild wind young youth
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Страница 230 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Страница 211 - From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God;' And certes, in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind; What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refin'd!
Страница 419 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Страница 227 - How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Страница 233 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
Страница 202 - Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
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Страница 224 - That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Страница 233 - But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
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| Наслов | Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Falconer to Sir Walter Scott |
| Аутор | John Aikin |
| Уредник | John Frost |
| Издавач | Thomas Wardle, 1838 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 15 нов. 2007 |
| Дужина | 732 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |