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... rests upon the very same spectacle , unaltered in a single feature , which once at the same hour was be- held by the legionary Roman from his embattled camp , or by the roving Briton in his ' wolf - skin vest , ' lying down to sleep ...
... rests upon the very same spectacle , unaltered in a single feature , which once at the same hour was be- held by the legionary Roman from his embattled camp , or by the roving Briton in his ' wolf - skin vest , ' lying down to sleep ...
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... rest , by sages loved , by poets sung , " when ' mid the stillness of the breast the gates of thought are open flung ; " When grief , and wrong , and worldly ills , Touched by the magic hour , are flown , As some meek - hearted mother ...
... rest , by sages loved , by poets sung , " when ' mid the stillness of the breast the gates of thought are open flung ; " When grief , and wrong , and worldly ills , Touched by the magic hour , are flown , As some meek - hearted mother ...
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... rest , and for the eyes of the over - wearied to feel the gates of daylight close : " Wenn sich lau die Lüfte füllen Um den grünumschränkten Plan , Süsse Düfte , Nebelhüllen Senkt die Dämmerung heran ; Lispelt leise süssen Frieden ...
... rest , and for the eyes of the over - wearied to feel the gates of daylight close : " Wenn sich lau die Lüfte füllen Um den grünumschränkten Plan , Süsse Düfte , Nebelhüllen Senkt die Dämmerung heran ; Lispelt leise süssen Frieden ...
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... rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does homeward bend . " At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; The expectant wee things , toddlin , stacher thro , ' To meet their dad , wi ...
... rest to spend , And weary , o'er the moor , his course does homeward bend . " At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; The expectant wee things , toddlin , stacher thro , ' To meet their dad , wi ...
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... rest , for the evening of a day , for the evening of a year ( autumn ) , and for the evening of his life , he carries home his wearisome harvests , and hopes so much , -reminds us of Byron's apostrophe to the Evening Star , that ...
... rest , for the evening of a day , for the evening of a year ( autumn ) , and for the evening of his life , he carries home his wearisome harvests , and hopes so much , -reminds us of Byron's apostrophe to the Evening Star , that ...
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Asmodeus awake beauty bright called calm Clopin Trouillefou companions Coventry Patmore dark dawn dead dear death describes dread dreams E. S. Dallas eyes face fancy father fear feeling fire FIRE-GAZING friends gaze George Eliot gone grave grief happy Hartley Coleridge hear heart heaven hope Horace Walpole Ingoldsby Legends labour last words Leigh Hunt light living look Lord memory midnight mind morning mother musings never night NIGHT-STUDENTS noctambulism old age once pain picture pleasure poem poet rain rest round says seemed shadow sight silent Sir Walter Scott sleep smile solace sorrow soul Southey spirit stanza strange sweet tears tells terrors things Thomas Hood thou thought toil told turn twilight utter Victor Hugo voice waking walk wander Washington Irving watch weary wife William Sidney Walker wind window Wordsworth writes young
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Page 79 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Page 374 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 334 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Page 352 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 64 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Page 297 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are...
Page 315 - All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley while I walk'd today, The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed Thy living voice to me...
Page 220 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 4 - Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Looked ere his eyes were closed.
Page 273 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes...