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... Night ! PAGE . The Edinburgh Review 118 ... Horace Smith 123 Ben . Franklin 124 ... ... ... ... ... ... 030 ... Night Extracts from Ruskin 2. The Slave Ship 3. Grass 4. Office of the Mountains 5. Lichens and Mosses ...
... Night ! PAGE . The Edinburgh Review 118 ... Horace Smith 123 Ben . Franklin 124 ... ... ... ... ... ... 030 ... Night Extracts from Ruskin 2. The Slave Ship 3. Grass 4. Office of the Mountains 5. Lichens and Mosses ...
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... to climb Its topmost arch , and gently pauses there- When the stars twinkle through the loops of time , " And the low night - breeze waves along the air The garland forest which the grey walls wear , Like 16 SIXTH READING BOOK .
... to climb Its topmost arch , and gently pauses there- When the stars twinkle through the loops of time , " And the low night - breeze waves along the air The garland forest which the grey walls wear , Like 16 SIXTH READING BOOK .
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... night . " 5 The knight is left alone ; his steel cap cleft in twain , His good buff jerkin crimsoned o'er with many a gory stain ; Yet still he waves his banner , and cries amid 22 SIXTH READING BOOK . Marston Moor Modern Savages Praed.
... night . " 5 The knight is left alone ; his steel cap cleft in twain , His good buff jerkin crimsoned o'er with many a gory stain ; Yet still he waves his banner , and cries amid 22 SIXTH READING BOOK . Marston Moor Modern Savages Praed.
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... night after night , while the feast was prolonged , and it was only after it had worn itself out , that life settled down again into colourless monotony . 66 NOTES 1 Day of Atonement , a solemn day of public confession among the Jews ...
... night after night , while the feast was prolonged , and it was only after it had worn itself out , that life settled down again into colourless monotony . 66 NOTES 1 Day of Atonement , a solemn day of public confession among the Jews ...
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... night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver , But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river . Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurl'd : Anywhere ! anywhere Out of the world ! In she ...
... night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver , But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river . Mad from life's history , Glad to death's mystery , Swift to be hurl'd : Anywhere ! anywhere Out of the world ! In she ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Página 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Página 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Página 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
Página 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
Página 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...