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... thought what men they be ; Nor do I know how long it is ( For I have lain in fits , I wis ) Since one , the tallest of the five , Took me from the palfrey's back , A weary woman , scarce alive . Some mutter'd words his comrades spoke ...
... thought what men they be ; Nor do I know how long it is ( For I have lain in fits , I wis ) Since one , the tallest of the five , Took me from the palfrey's back , A weary woman , scarce alive . Some mutter'd words his comrades spoke ...
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... thought the light of parting day too short , That call'd them , ling'ring , from their daily sport . In that fair season of awak'ning life , When dawning youth and childhood are at strife ; When on the verge of thought gay boyhood ...
... thought the light of parting day too short , That call'd them , ling'ring , from their daily sport . In that fair season of awak'ning life , When dawning youth and childhood are at strife ; When on the verge of thought gay boyhood ...
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... thought , - Thus arm'd , the tented field Valdivia sought . On the left side his poised shield he bore , With quaint devices richly blazon'd o'er ; Above the plumes , upon his helmet's cone , Castile's imperial crest illustrious shone ...
... thought , - Thus arm'd , the tented field Valdivia sought . On the left side his poised shield he bore , With quaint devices richly blazon'd o'er ; Above the plumes , upon his helmet's cone , Castile's imperial crest illustrious shone ...
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... thought flashes on his mind that he has beheld his sister . Zarinel , whose minstrelsy , mean- while , had delighted the revellers , now languid and weary from the past VOL . VI . 66 Upraising , answered , Pale Zarinel , his head ...
... thought flashes on his mind that he has beheld his sister . Zarinel , whose minstrelsy , mean- while , had delighted the revellers , now languid and weary from the past VOL . VI . 66 Upraising , answered , Pale Zarinel , his head ...
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... thought that John Dunton had come a dead man- child into the world , -and her joy when the infant Worthy began , at the sprinkling of a little cold water , to ex- hibit some symptoms of that vigour which was destined in after days to ...
... thought that John Dunton had come a dead man- child into the world , -and her joy when the infant Worthy began , at the sprinkling of a little cold water , to ex- hibit some symptoms of that vigour which was destined in after days to ...
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Side 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Side 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Side 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Side 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Side 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Side 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.