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... canto closes : Alas ! fair dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp has lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove ; My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold ; - I may not , must not ...
... canto closes : Alas ! fair dames , your hopes are vain ! My harp has lost the enchanting strain ; Its lightness would my age reprove ; My hairs are gray , my limbs are old , My heart is dead , my veins are cold ; - I may not , must not ...
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... Canto II . , 1 . The death of poets . Canto V. , 1 , 2 . On patriotism . Canto VI . , 1 . Pleased with the enthusiastic applause which greeted the Lay , Sir Walter Scott determined to make another trial in the same field , and in 1808 ...
... Canto II . , 1 . The death of poets . Canto V. , 1 , 2 . On patriotism . Canto VI . , 1 . Pleased with the enthusiastic applause which greeted the Lay , Sir Walter Scott determined to make another trial in the same field , and in 1808 ...
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... Canto I. , 1-11 . The immuring of Constance . Canto II . , 20–33 . Fitz - Eustace's song . Canto III . , 9 , 10 . Young Lochinvar . Canto V. , 12 . The Parting of Marmion and Douglas . Canto VI . , 13-15 . The Battle of Flodden . Canto ...
... Canto I. , 1-11 . The immuring of Constance . Canto II . , 20–33 . Fitz - Eustace's song . Canto III . , 9 , 10 . Young Lochinvar . Canto V. , 12 . The Parting of Marmion and Douglas . Canto VI . , 13-15 . The Battle of Flodden . Canto ...
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... canto begins , is one of the most beautiful passages in the poem ; but the finest and most impressive is the ... Canto I. , 1-10 . Description of the glen . Canto I. , 11-13 . Boat song . Canto II . , 19 . Coronach . Canto III . , 16 ...
... canto begins , is one of the most beautiful passages in the poem ; but the finest and most impressive is the ... Canto I. , 1-10 . Description of the glen . Canto I. , 11-13 . Boat song . Canto II . , 19 . Coronach . Canto III . , 16 ...
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... canto we are introduced to the knight riding forth on this adventure . And ever , as he rode , his hart did earne To prove his puissance in battell brave Upon his foe , and his new force to learne ; Upon his foe , a Dragon horrible and ...
... canto we are introduced to the knight riding forth on this adventure . And ever , as he rode , his hart did earne To prove his puissance in battell brave Upon his foe , and his new force to learne ; Upon his foe , a Dragon horrible and ...
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386 ページ - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
359 ページ - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
545 ページ - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
313 ページ - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
375 ページ - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
460 ページ - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
544 ページ - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
348 ページ - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
332 ページ - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
346 ページ - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...