Pale, mournful flower, that hidest in shade Mid dewy damps and murky glade, With moss and mould, Why dost thou hang thy ghastly head, So sad and cold?
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.william cullen bryant
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.william wordsworth
Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.william wordsworth
For a dayand a night Love sang to us, played with us, Folded us round from the dark and the light; And our hearts were fulfilled with the music he made with us, Made with our hands and our lips while he stayed with us, Stayed in mid passage his pinions from flight For a dayand a night.algernon charles swinburne
Wait, then, my soul! submissive wait,Prostrate before His awful seat;And "mid the terrors of His rod,Trust in a wise and gracious God!
A sturdy, two-fisted fighter with a big punch. Remember, while most American fans didn’t get a chance to see him in action, there was a time in the early-and mid 60s where he was considered the best fighter, pound-for pound, in the world.eder jofre
And ich wulle uaren to Aualun to uairest alre maidene.to Argante þere quene aluen swiðe sceone.& heo scal mine wunden makien alle isunde.al hal me makien mid haleweiye drenchen.And seoðe ich cumen wulle. to mine kineriche.and wunien mid Brutten mid muchelere wunne.layamon
Call no faith false which e'er hath broughtRelief to any laden life,Cessation to the pain of thought,Refreshment mid the dust of strife.lewis morris
Oft him anhaga are gebideð,metudes miltse, þeah þe he modceariggeond lagulade longe sceoldehreran mid hondum hrimcealde sæ,wadan wræclastas. Wyrd bið ful aræd!
If you know the history of the whole concept of whiteness if you know the history of the whole concept of the white race, where it came from and for what reason you know that it was a trick, and it’s worked brilliantly. You see, prior to the mid to late 1600s, in the colonies of what would become the United States, there was no such thing as the white race. Those of us of European descent did not refer to ourselves by that term really ever before then.
Oft him anhaga:;:;:;:;:;:;are gebideð, metudes miltse, :;:;:;:;:;:;þeah þe he modcearig geond lagulade:;:;:;:;:;:;longe sceolde hreran mid hondum:;:;:;:;:;:;hrimcealde sæ, wadan wræclastas. :;:;:;:;:;:; Wyrd bið ful aræd!
Know you why the robin's breast Gleameth of a dusky red Like the lustre mid the stars Of the potent planet Mars?
Shillong established in mid 1800s by Colonel Henry Hopkinson as a refuge for officers and staff of East India Company during summers, was made into a new civil station by British in 1864 and was also designated as the summer capital of Eastern Bengal and Assam for many years.
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.lydia sigourney
I ja tam z go??mi by?em, miód i wino pi?em, A com widzia? i s?ysza?, w ksi?gi umie?ci?em.
In the early years, especially around the mid 90s, I had this feeling you could play around on his ego and get him out. He believed he could attack bowlers at any time and anyone who could bowl maidens to him stood a good chance. Things are of course different now.
That emperor, who sways The realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice Stood forth; and I in stature am more like A giant, than the giants are in his arms. Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits With such a part. If he were beautiful As he is hideous now, and yet did dare To scowl upon his Maker, well from him May all our mis'ry flow.
A Note on the Mid Back Slack Unrounded Vowel [a] in the English of Todaywilliam joyce
'mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home;A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,Which sought through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere.john howard payne
Fate has carried me 'mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand— Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.george eliot
'mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Home.john howard payne
Fate has carried me 'mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.george eliot
'mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.Robert Browning
The birds have ceased their songs, All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash, 'mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow throat, In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn.David Macbeth Moir