Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Том 7Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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... Boat Song , Amy Robsart's Apartment at Cumnor . The March of the Highlanders . Bailie Jarvie and Rob Roy . With Fox and Hounds . The Storming of the Castle . Cadyow Castle . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons . Young ...
... Boat Song , Amy Robsart's Apartment at Cumnor . The March of the Highlanders . Bailie Jarvie and Rob Roy . With Fox and Hounds . The Storming of the Castle . Cadyow Castle . War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons . Young ...
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... Boat Song Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee , The Bricks and Ivy Burial of John Brown , The Cadyow Castle Cardinal Wolsey Children Crabbed Age and Youth Death of Cæsar , The Death of Laura , The . Death of Phaedra , The Delights in Solitude ...
... Boat Song Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee , The Bricks and Ivy Burial of John Brown , The Cadyow Castle Cardinal Wolsey Children Crabbed Age and Youth Death of Cæsar , The Death of Laura , The . Death of Phaedra , The Delights in Solitude ...
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... boat darted away with the swiftness of a bubble in a whirlpool . " It's plaguy hard , " muttered Timothy to himself ... boat out of her course , cowered himself down to the bottom . Sybrandt did the same , peering just over the side of ...
... boat darted away with the swiftness of a bubble in a whirlpool . " It's plaguy hard , " muttered Timothy to himself ... boat out of her course , cowered himself down to the bottom . Sybrandt did the same , peering just over the side of ...
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... boat isn't going a - spying jist like ourselves , I'm quite out in my cal- culation . " " What ! with lights ? They must be great fools . " " It was only the fire of their pipes , which the darkness made look like so many candles . I'm ...
... boat isn't going a - spying jist like ourselves , I'm quite out in my cal- culation . " " What ! with lights ? They must be great fools . " " It was only the fire of their pipes , which the darkness made look like so many candles . I'm ...
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... boat we passed com- ing down has returned , for it's growing light apace . I'm only sorry for one thing . " " What's that ? " asked Sybrandt . " That I let that drunken Utawas alone . If I had only bin out on my own bottom , he'd have ...
... boat we passed com- ing down has returned , for it's growing light apace . I'm only sorry for one thing . " " What's that ? " asked Sybrandt . " That I let that drunken Utawas alone . If I had only bin out on my own bottom , he'd have ...
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Annabel Lee Anne arms Barneveld beautiful behold bells blessed blood boat bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee born breath Brutus Cæsar Christie coppice cried dark dead death deed door dreams earth Evandale eyes face fair Falstaff father fear feel fill foot Francisco de Toledo friends GEORGE POPE MORRIS Gerard give grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honor Ipsden Ivanhoe JEAN RACINE JOHN GODFREY SAXE JULIET King kritters Lelio light listen live Lochinvar look Lord Martin Master mind morning never Nevermore Newhaven night o'er passion Prince Quoth the Raven Rebecca replied rise ROMEO round saddle your horses seemed side Slen soul sound speak stand sweet Sybrandt tears tell thee thing thou art thought Timothy tree tremble truth voice whispered wind word young youth
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Страница 81 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
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Страница 312 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
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Страница 315 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet, to times in hope5 my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.