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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft , And gathering swallows twitter in the skies . KEATS . After this ...
... wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft , And gathering swallows twitter in the skies . KEATS . After this ...
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... wind is wailing , The bare boughs are sighing , the pale flowers are dying , And the year On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ...
... wind is wailing , The bare boughs are sighing , the pale flowers are dying , And the year On the earth her death - bed , in a shroud of leaves dead , Is lying . Come , months , come away , From November to May , In your saddest array ...
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... wind tremendous , blowing a thick shower of ice and snow full in our faces . Many of the officers , pierced with the cold , did not cease running , and walking , and striking their feet , during the whole night , to preserve themselves ...
... wind tremendous , blowing a thick shower of ice and snow full in our faces . Many of the officers , pierced with the cold , did not cease running , and walking , and striking their feet , during the whole night , to preserve themselves ...
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... winds blow , from the naked heights around , and con- verting it into harsh and dingy vegetation , and the pasture of those loathsome things which mingle in the ooze , or crawl and swim in the putrid and mantling waters , are the ...
... winds blow , from the naked heights around , and con- verting it into harsh and dingy vegetation , and the pasture of those loathsome things which mingle in the ooze , or crawl and swim in the putrid and mantling waters , are the ...
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Page 55 - And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Page 58 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 59 - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 55 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 30 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 176 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Page 58 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Page 212 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page 235 - ... and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch, whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace, for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and...