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... singing . Lowing , the bellow- ing or cry made by cattle . Continuous , not leav- ing off . Screen , to hide . Honeysuckle , a climb- ing plant . * These verses are given in the spelling of the present day , as Chaucer's old mode of ...
... singing . Lowing , the bellow- ing or cry made by cattle . Continuous , not leav- ing off . Screen , to hide . Honeysuckle , a climb- ing plant . * These verses are given in the spelling of the present day , as Chaucer's old mode of ...
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... sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess , But the Rover's * mirth was wickedness . * His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he , " My men , put out the boat , And row me to the Inchcape Rock , And I'll plague * the priest of ...
... sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess , But the Rover's * mirth was wickedness . * His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he , " My men , put out the boat , And row me to the Inchcape Rock , And I'll plague * the priest of ...
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... sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome * wild . 60 THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . - Pope . ALEXANDER POPE ( 8 THE CODE ...
... sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome * wild . 60 THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . - Pope . ALEXANDER POPE ( 8 THE CODE ...
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... sing , * He saw the tourney's victor crowned Amidst the knightly ring : * A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain , * A voice of winds that would not sleep : He never smiled again ! 25 Hearts in that time closed o'er ...
... sing , * He saw the tourney's victor crowned Amidst the knightly ring : * A murmur of the restless deep Was blent with every strain , * A voice of winds that would not sleep : He never smiled again ! 25 Hearts in that time closed o'er ...
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... sing : 25 " What ails thee , Young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young one , rest ; what is't that ...
... sing : 25 " What ails thee , Young one ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft , and green as grass can be ; Rest , little Young one , rest ; what is't that ...
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Страница 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Страница 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 16 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Страница 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Страница 16 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Страница 88 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Страница 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.