Select Poems of Coleridge, Wordsworth, Campbell LongfellowW.J. Gage, 1895 - 360 pages |
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... turned northward rapidly on 19 October 2010. Although there were no other tropical cyclones that interacted with Megi, the anomalous vortex in Southwest China and the Megi ... turned right rapidly. Its intensity 14 Typhoon Turning Atlas.
... turned northward rapidly on 19 October 2010. Although there were no other tropical cyclones that interacted with Megi, the anomalous vortex in Southwest China and the Megi ... turned right rapidly. Its intensity 14 Typhoon Turning Atlas.
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... turned and resumed walking . She had not even articulated the second option to herself . " Well ... it's possible that my ... my father might be somewhere nearby . I could try to find him and see if he would be willing to help me ...
... turned and resumed walking . She had not even articulated the second option to herself . " Well ... it's possible that my ... my father might be somewhere nearby . I could try to find him and see if he would be willing to help me ...
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... turned to Castro's Cuba . He started a chapter of the Fair Play for Cuba Committee . In the fall of 1963 he traveled to Mexico City where he expected to acquire a visa to travel to Cuba and was shocked when he was turned down . He also ...
... turned to Castro's Cuba . He started a chapter of the Fair Play for Cuba Committee . In the fall of 1963 he traveled to Mexico City where he expected to acquire a visa to travel to Cuba and was shocked when he was turned down . He also ...
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... turned while being kept for incubation , if turned at all . Four batches were used , one batch being turned every day , a second every other day , the third every seven days and the fourth not being turned at all . The results of ...
... turned while being kept for incubation , if turned at all . Four batches were used , one batch being turned every day , a second every other day , the third every seven days and the fourth not being turned at all . The results of ...
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... turned up to the time you claim he forced you to— A. We went east from Lansing toward the fair grounds and then he turned north , then he turned back east on a by - road where there were no buildings . Q. Did you testify on the ...
... turned up to the time you claim he forced you to— A. We went east from Lansing toward the fair grounds and then he turned north , then he turned back east on a by - road where there were no buildings . Q. Did you testify on the ...
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Page 9 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay...
Page xxvi - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE "Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the moon is cast — "If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 9 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page xxxvi - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 163 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Page xxi - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 49 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 160 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 163 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page xix - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.