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Fair is the rising morn when o’er… The orient sun expands his roseate… And lovely to the Bard’s enthusia… Fades the meek radiance of departi… But fairer is the smile of one we…
Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Leave thy guilty sire to die. O’er the heath the stripling fled, The wild storm howling round his h… Fear mightier thro’ the shades of…
Cold was the night wind, drifting… Wide were the downs and shelterles… When a poor Wanderer struggled on… Weary and way-sore. Drear were the downs, more dreary…
NATHANIEL. Father! here father! I have found… Faith it was just in time, for t’o… I laid two straws across at Marge… And afterwards I fear’d that she…
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither sh… My weary way? thus worn with toil… How thro’ the thorny mazes of this… Attain my distant dwelling? that d…
What tho’ no sculptur’d monument p… Thy fate-yet Albert in my breast… Inshrin’d the sad remembrance; yet… Will fill my throbbing bosom. Whe… The child of murdered HOPE, fed…
’Tis night; the mercenary tyrants… As undisturb’d as Justice! but no… The wretched Slave, as on his nat… Rests on his reedy couch: he wakes… Tho’ thro’ the toil and anguish of…
You are old, Father William, the… The few locks which are left you a… You are hale, Father William, a h… Now tell me the reason I pray. In the days of my youth, Father W…
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See’st thou not William that the… By this time half his daily race h… The savage thrusts his light canoe…
Stranger! awhile upon this mossy b… Recline thee. If the Sun rides hi… That loves to ripple o’er the rivu… Will play around thy brow, and the… Of running waters soothe thee. Ma…
What! and not one to heave the pio… Not one whose sorrow-swoln and ach… For social scenes, for life’s ende… Shall drop a tear and dwell upon t… Poor wretched Outcast! I will wee…
High in the air exposed the slave… To all the birds of heaven, their… He groans not, though awaked by th… New torturers live to drink their… He groans not, though the gorging…
Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictu… Beguile the lonely hour; I sit an… With lingering eye, till charmed… The lovely landscape live, and the… From the foul haunts of herded hum…
The Raven croak’d as she sate at… And the Old Woman knew what he sa… And she grew pale at the Raven’s… And sicken’d and went to her bed. Now fetch me my children, and fetc…
O reader! hast thou ever stood to… The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well… Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wis…