Manfred,: A Dramatic Poem, Том 2John Murray, Albemarle-Street., 1817 - 73 страница |
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... pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of him Who is undying , -Rise ! appear ! -Appear ! If it be so . - Spirits of earth and air , Ye ...
... pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of him Who is undying , -Rise ! appear ! -Appear ! If it be so . - Spirits of earth and air , Ye ...
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... pause for my command . The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass , Or with its ice delay . I am the spirit of the place , Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd base— And ...
... pause for my command . The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass , Or with its ice delay . I am the spirit of the place , Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd base— And ...
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... pause : being here , our will would do thee service ; Bethink thee , is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes ? MAN . No , none : yet stay - one moment , ere we part— I would behold ye face to face . I ...
... pause : being here , our will would do thee service ; Bethink thee , is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes ? MAN . No , none : yet stay - one moment , ere we part— I would behold ye face to face . I ...
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... pause ? I feel the impulse - yet I do not plunge ; I see the peril ― yet do not recede ; And my brain reels - and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear ...
... pause ? I feel the impulse - yet I do not plunge ; I see the peril ― yet do not recede ; And my brain reels - and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear ...
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... pause - thou must not yet go forth : Thy mind and body are alike unfit To trust each other , for some hours , at least ; When thou art better , I will be thy guide- But whither ? MAN . It imports not : I do know My route full well , and ...
... pause - thou must not yet go forth : Thy mind and body are alike unfit To trust each other , for some hours , at least ; When thou art better , I will be thy guide- But whither ? MAN . It imports not : I do know My route full well , and ...
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answer ASTARTE Author beautiful beneath bidding Boards breath Castle of Manfred CHAMOIS HUNTER clay clouds death DESTINIES doth dread dwell earth Eleuthera Engravings Enter the ABBOT Exit MANFRED eyes fatal France French Glory to Arimanes Hast thou hath heart heaven hell HERMAN hour HURST illustrated JOHN large Paper late live London Longman look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL Memoirs Mix'd mortal mountain Mysore NEMESIS night o'er ocean Octavo ORME PACIFIC OCEAN Pausanias pause PHAN Plates POEM Poet Laureate Portraits Price 21 printed Quarto REES rise ROBERT SOUTHEY ROBERT WALPOLE Royal Royal Navy SCENE Second Edition slumber Small 8vo soul speak SPIRIT star sunbow's things thou art thou dost thou wilt thoughts thy wish thyself torrent torture Translated TRAVELS UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH URINARY ORGANS voice vols Volume wandering wave WILLIAM WILLIAM COXE WITCH wouldst thou wreck ΜΑΝ Аввот
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