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... queen - moon is on her throne , Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light , Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown , Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways . I cannot see what flowers are at ...
... queen - moon is on her throne , Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light , Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown , Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways . I cannot see what flowers are at ...
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... queen , Torn , trampled , without thought or care , Where is despair like this despair ! LANDON . L SABBATH EVENING . The day hath passed in praise and prayer , Now evening comes more still and fair ; The holy heavens are free from ...
... queen , Torn , trampled , without thought or care , Where is despair like this despair ! LANDON . L SABBATH EVENING . The day hath passed in praise and prayer , Now evening comes more still and fair ; The holy heavens are free from ...
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... Queen succeeds ! " Her name has stirred the mountains ' sleep , Her praise has filled the town : And mourners God had stricken deep , Looked hearkening up , and did not weep ! Alone she wept , Who wept to wear a crown . She saw no ...
... Queen succeeds ! " Her name has stirred the mountains ' sleep , Her praise has filled the town : And mourners God had stricken deep , Looked hearkening up , and did not weep ! Alone she wept , Who wept to wear a crown . She saw no ...
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... Queen , " from hill to mart- She heard , through all , her beating heart , And turned and wept ! She wept , to wear a crown . God save thee , weeping Queen , Thou shalt be well beloved , The tyrant's sceptre cannot move As those pure ...
... Queen , " from hill to mart- She heard , through all , her beating heart , And turned and wept ! She wept , to wear a crown . God save thee , weeping Queen , Thou shalt be well beloved , The tyrant's sceptre cannot move As those pure ...
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... queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his cheeks , They held him by the hand ! - A tear burst from the sleeper's lids , And fell into the sand . And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank ...
... queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck , they kissed his cheeks , They held him by the hand ! - A tear burst from the sleeper's lids , And fell into the sand . And then at furious speed he rode Along the Niger's bank ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Página 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...