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... Proserpina ! How hoary clouds from out the earth arise , And wing their way towards the skies , As they would veil the burning blush of day . And , look , upon a rolling car , Some fearful being from afar Proser . Speak out , Cyane ...
... Proserpina ! How hoary clouds from out the earth arise , And wing their way towards the skies , As they would veil the burning blush of day . And , look , upon a rolling car , Some fearful being from afar Proser . Speak out , Cyane ...
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... Proserpina . Cyane is gradually transformed . ) But , oh ! what frightful change is here : Cyane , raise your eyes , and hear- We call thee . - Vainly - on the ground She sinks , without a single sound , And all her garments float ...
... Proserpina . Cyane is gradually transformed . ) But , oh ! what frightful change is here : Cyane , raise your eyes , and hear- We call thee . - Vainly - on the ground She sinks , without a single sound , And all her garments float ...
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... Proserpina ! How hoary clouds from out the earth arise , And wing their way towards the skies , As they would veil the burning blush of day . And , look , upon a rolling car , Some fearful being from afar Comes onward : As he moves ...
... Proserpina ! How hoary clouds from out the earth arise , And wing their way towards the skies , As they would veil the burning blush of day . And , look , upon a rolling car , Some fearful being from afar Comes onward : As he moves ...
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... Proserpina , Proserpina , I come From my Tartarean kingdom to behold you . The brother of Love am I. I come to say , Gently , beside the blue Sicilian stream , How much I love you , fair Proserpina . Think me not rude that thus at once ...
... Proserpina , Proserpina , I come From my Tartarean kingdom to behold you . The brother of Love am I. I come to say , Gently , beside the blue Sicilian stream , How much I love you , fair Proserpina . Think me not rude that thus at once ...
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... Proserpina , You will die unless you flee , Child of crowned Cybele ! Think on all your mother's love , On every stream and pleasant grove That you must for ever leave , If the dark king you believe . Think not on his eyes of fire , Nor ...
... Proserpina , You will die unless you flee , Child of crowned Cybele ! Think on all your mother's love , On every stream and pleasant grove That you must for ever leave , If the dark king you believe . Think not on his eyes of fire , Nor ...
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Page 166 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 149 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 166 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Page 269 - The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon.
Page 436 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Page 269 - ... monkey divertisements of smart young gentlemen, with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say yah Mynheer...
Page 202 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Page 141 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 75 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Page 269 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.