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... STRANGE MEDICAL EX- PERIENCE OF KARSHISH , THE ARAB PHYSICIAN MESMERISM • A SERENADE AT THE VILLA MY STAR INSTANS TYRANNUS A PRETTY WOMAN 828 65 76 83 87 88 92 • 66 " 9 CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME 96 RESPECTABILITY A LIGHT ...
... STRANGE MEDICAL EX- PERIENCE OF KARSHISH , THE ARAB PHYSICIAN MESMERISM • A SERENADE AT THE VILLA MY STAR INSTANS TYRANNUS A PRETTY WOMAN 828 65 76 83 87 88 92 • 66 " 9 CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME 96 RESPECTABILITY A LIGHT ...
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... of thee ! What did I fear ? Thy love shall hold me fast Until the little minute's sleep is past And I wake saved . - And yet , it will not be ! AN EPISTLE CONTAINING THE STRANGE MEDICAL EXPERIENCE OF KARSHISH , 64 ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND .
... of thee ! What did I fear ? Thy love shall hold me fast Until the little minute's sleep is past And I wake saved . - And yet , it will not be ! AN EPISTLE CONTAINING THE STRANGE MEDICAL EXPERIENCE OF KARSHISH , 64 ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND .
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... ( But fitter , pounded fine , for charms than drugs ) And writeth now the twenty - second time . My journeyings were brought to Jericho , Thus I resume 5 AN EPISTLE CONTAINING THE STRANGE MEDICAL PERIENCE OF KARSHISH, THE ARAB PHYSICIAN.
... ( But fitter , pounded fine , for charms than drugs ) And writeth now the twenty - second time . My journeyings were brought to Jericho , Thus I resume 5 AN EPISTLE CONTAINING THE STRANGE MEDICAL PERIENCE OF KARSHISH, THE ARAB PHYSICIAN.
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... ? I noticed on the margin of a pool Blue - flowering borage , the Aleppo sort , Aboundeth , very nitrous . It is strange ! Thy pardon for this long and tedious case , Which , now that I review it , needs must 74 AN EPISTLE .
... ? I noticed on the margin of a pool Blue - flowering borage , the Aleppo sort , Aboundeth , very nitrous . It is strange ! Thy pardon for this long and tedious case , Which , now that I review it , needs must 74 AN EPISTLE .
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... power nor may'st conceive of mine , But love I gave thee , with Myself to love , And thou must love me who have died for thee ! " The madman saith He said so it is strange . MESMERISM . 1 . ALL I believed is true ! AN EPISTLE . 75.
... power nor may'st conceive of mine , But love I gave thee , with Myself to love , And thou must love me who have died for thee ! " The madman saith He said so it is strange . MESMERISM . 1 . ALL I believed is true ! AN EPISTLE . 75.
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˹éÒ 14 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.
˹éÒ 266 - And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
˹éÒ 347 - I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you Other heights in other lives, God willing: All the gifts from all the heights, your own, love!
˹éÒ 183 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
˹éÒ 133 - Might she have loved me? Just as well She might have hated, who can tell? Where had I been now if the worst befell? And here we are riding, she and I. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
˹éÒ 280 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
˹éÒ 104 - What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counterpart In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
˹éÒ 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
˹éÒ 41 - Then they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one. Some with lives that came to nothing, some with deeds as well undone. Death came tacitly and took them where they never see the sun.
˹éÒ 19 - By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills, lets blood, draws teeth ; Or the Pulcinello-trumpet breaks up the market beneath. At the post-office such a scene-picture— the new play, piping hot ! And a notice how, only this morning, three liberal thieves were shot. Above it, behold the Archbishop's most fatherly of rebukes, And beneath, with his crown and his lion, some little new law of the Duke's ! Or a sonnet with flowery marge, to the reverend Don So-and-so Who is Dante, Boccaccio, Petrarca,...