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... head , the heaving form , The flash , the nostrils fluttering free , All , all were fine yet dread to see : And brilliant fell the glittering rain That followed in the cloudy train , And fairer still the peaceful bow That spanned at ...
... head , the heaving form , The flash , the nostrils fluttering free , All , all were fine yet dread to see : And brilliant fell the glittering rain That followed in the cloudy train , And fairer still the peaceful bow That spanned at ...
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... head Could scarcely find its sleepless bed . September 2 . ' T was not , dear maid ! thy noontide light That won me with its flashings bright ; But thy sweet twilight hue that shone Softly on me , and me alone ! ' T was not thy song of ...
... head Could scarcely find its sleepless bed . September 2 . ' T was not , dear maid ! thy noontide light That won me with its flashings bright ; But thy sweet twilight hue that shone Softly on me , and me alone ! ' T was not thy song of ...
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... head : No charm so robs me of command , As such a round , soft , snowy hand : There lay the pearl more prized than gold , That I would part with all to hold ! My eyes sailed every vein of blue , Down to the tips where roses grew , And ...
... head : No charm so robs me of command , As such a round , soft , snowy hand : There lay the pearl more prized than gold , That I would part with all to hold ! My eyes sailed every vein of blue , Down to the tips where roses grew , And ...
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... head I hid away ; Which waked more mercy in her eye , Than had my cunningest reply ; For soon relenting at my shame , She softening said : ' I would not blame Thy fault too harshly ; come ! be friends ; Here is my hand - our quarrel ...
... head I hid away ; Which waked more mercy in her eye , Than had my cunningest reply ; For soon relenting at my shame , She softening said : ' I would not blame Thy fault too harshly ; come ! be friends ; Here is my hand - our quarrel ...
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... head . Friend Hogshart very humanely waived all considerations of disci- pline , and made no objections to the return of Jeremiah and our hero . They laid the gentleman upon the floor , and began to rub him with flannels , while the ...
... head . Friend Hogshart very humanely waived all considerations of disci- pline , and made no objections to the return of Jeremiah and our hero . They laid the gentleman upon the floor , and began to rub him with flannels , while the ...
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Страница 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Страница 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Страница 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Страница 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Страница 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Страница 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Страница 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Страница 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.