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More "Beamy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... redundant, Blueness abundant, —Where is the spot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, {5} —Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with nought they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O Comer, Pant ...
— Introduction to Robert Browning • Hiram Corson
... First the veil, and then the goddess' staff. I shall not need them more; here let them rest. Dark night, the time for magic, is gone by, And what is yet to come, or good or ill, Must happen in the beamy light of day.— This casket next; dire, secret flames it hides That will consume the wretch who, knowing not, Shall dare unlock it. And this other here, Full-filled with sudden death, with many an herb, And many ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VI. • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... soul sail'd o'er the skyey sea In ark of crystal, mann'd by beamy gods, To drag the deeps of space and net the stars, Where, in their nebulous shoals, they shore the void And through old Night's Typhonian blindness shine. Then, solarized, he press'd towards the sun, And, in the heavenly Hades, ...
— The Destiny of the Soul - A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life • William Rounseville Alger
... him did guard That piecemeal lay his armour scattered; And still fought hard that stalwart lord Until his beamy shield was shattered. ...
— Axel Thordson and Fair Valborg - a ballad • Thomas J. Wise
... mercy, that she could hardly contain herself, and was ready to think herself above this earth while she was in it: And what, inferred she to Mrs. Lovick, must be the state itself, the very aspirations after which have often cast a beamy light through the thickest darkness, and, when I have been at the lowest ebb, have dispelled the black clouds of despondency?—As I hope they soon will this spirit ...
— Clarissa, Or The History Of A Young Lady, Volume 8 • Samuel Richardson
... and wide she flew Glad in flying free, till she found a place On a gentle tree. Gay of mood she was and glad Since she sorely tired, now could settle down, On the branches of the tree, on its beamy mast. Then she fluttered feathers, went a flying off again, With her booty flew, brought it to the sailor, From an olive tree a twig, right into his hands ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
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