BUKU BASA INGGRIS KAKAIT KARO «THROBLESS»
Temukaké kagunané saka
throbless ing pilihan bibliografi iki. Buku kang kakait dening
throbless lan pethikan cekak kang padha kanggo nyediyakaké panggunané ing sastra Basa Inggris.
1
Echoes from Dreamland [in verse].
And e'en this dream Shows life has pass'd ! For cold as thou, for cold as thou, Thy
portrait on the cloth shall lie, With throbless brow, with throbless brow, That chills
my heart with agony. And all shall teem Of life that's pass'd ! My daughter's soul ...
Frank Norman (writer of verse.), 1860
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A Whore Just Like the Rest: The Music Writings of Richard ...
A Da Capo original: Thirty years' worth of music writing by one of the first and greatest rock scribes and a fiercely imaginative cultural critic.
In every lifeless object round There seems a pulse—a soul ; Yet each is throbless
, breathless bound, In mystic, mute control ; Histl with a throng Of whisperings,
like the Sea-shell's song, The air is fraught,— Continuous, faint, and low-—the ...
4
The National Songster; a Collection of Scotch, English, and ...
... thy charms With calm and throbless pulse can see, An angel's name may
proudly claim, But man, frail man, he cannot be. W. Fmmn'. O GIVE ME THE BAIL
—(ORIGINAL ) Am-“ Oran an Dm'g." On give me the EAR that is deaf to the ills,
Which ...
5
The Works: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life : in ...
Let me once clasp That yet warm hand, and fold that throbless heart A [Embraces
the body. To this which beats so bitterly. A Now, bear The body hence. Soldier.
Where ? Sar. To my proper chamber. Place' it beneath my canopy, as though The
...
George Gordon Byron Byron, Thomas Moore, 1836
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Stray leaves from Parnassus: poems
... Then turn and mark the pallid brow, Where Death hath set his signet now ; And
trace around the eye's dark fringe Corruption's lurid, loathsome tinge ; The sealed
lips, the throbless breast, The awful and mysterious rest, The shroud, the coffin ...
7
The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the ...
Thy love-lit eyes have look'd their last ; Mouldering beneath the coffin's lid, All we
adored of thee is hid ; Thy heart, where goodness loved to dwell, Is throbless in
the narrow cell ; Thy gentle voice shall charm no more ; Its last, last, joyful note is
...
Rufus Wilmot Griswold, 1851
Let me once clasp That yet warm hand, and fold that throbless heart [Embraces
the body. To this which beats so bitterly. Now, bear The body hence. Sol. Sar. To
my proper chamber. Place it beneath my canopy, as though The king lay there: ...
George Noël Gordon Byron (Baron Byron), John Galt, 1837
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The patriotic fund journal
think of the hearts once warm and chivalrous now cold and throbless ! — of the
hands but yesterday valiant and vigorous, and now as clods of the valley ! — to
think of the young and manly forms which when Christmas last was here made ...
Lloyd's patriotic fund, 1854
10
Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country
Man's waking hour hath pass'd, and holy sleep Sits on his throbless temples, like
a crown Fresh pluck'd from Lethe's garden of the deep, Briefly to chain each
master-passion down. Nought recks the slumb'rer now of eyes that weep, Of lips
...
