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answered appeared arms beauty better body born brought called carried cause character common death delight desire doth earth effect eyes face father fear feel gave give hand happy hast hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour human hundred Italy keep kind labour Lady land learned leave less light live look Lord manner matter means mind morning nature never night observed once pass perhaps person pleasure poet poor present reason remain rest rich Robin Hood round seemed seen soon soul speak spirit stand suffer tell thee things thou thought took true truth turn virtue whole wish young
236 psl. - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
389 psl. - The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
546 psl. - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
352 psl. - I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding ; and, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.
574 psl. - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
104 psl. - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
349 psl. - Such seemed this man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep, in his extreme old age : His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together...
453 psl. - Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when "t depends Not on the number, but the choice, of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturb'd as death, the night.