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Alfred Tennyson angels beauty bells beneath Binnorie bird bless bonny bosom breast breath bright brow cheek child cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers frae glory grace grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heire of Linne holy hour Isaac Watts John Keats John Milton king lady land light lips live look look'd Lord maid milldams morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale pass'd Percy Bysshe Shelley praise Robert Herrick rose round shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine Thomas Hood thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary weep wild William William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind wings Yarrow young youth
Page 697 - ery kind, Sound the trump, the cornet wind, Strike the viol, touch the lute, Let not tongue nor string be mute; Nor a creature dumb be found That hath eithe^r voice or sound. Let those things which do not live
Page 615 - e that Edwin did, And so for him will I." " Forbid it, Heaven !" the hermit cried, And clasp'd her to his breast ; The wondering fair one turn'd to chide,— 'Twas
Page 552 - es (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut loga shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless herķ
Page 558 - ck, he has regain'd his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. "By heaven," said Francis, "rightly done !
Page 635 - infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flow», He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length
Page 733 - some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the