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... head ; And thus reward the toils which to those summits led . BYRON . Let the young remember there is nothing derogatory in any employment which ministers to the well - being of the race . It is the spirit that is carried into an ...
... head ; And thus reward the toils which to those summits led . BYRON . Let the young remember there is nothing derogatory in any employment which ministers to the well - being of the race . It is the spirit that is carried into an ...
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... head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge . Keep close to it ; be silent ; and stoop as you run . For the boats ! Forward ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of ...
... head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge . Keep close to it ; be silent ; and stoop as you run . For the boats ! Forward ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of ...
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... head , O sovereign Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form , Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines , How silently ! Around thee , and above , Deep is the air and dark , substantial ...
... head , O sovereign Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form , Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines , How silently ! Around thee , and above , Deep is the air and dark , substantial ...
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... head Dies like a dog ! March on ! he said . - Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced ; the old flag met his sight . " Halt ! " . the dust - brown ranks stood fast . " Fire ! " out blazed the rifle - blast ; It shivered the ...
... head Dies like a dog ! March on ! he said . - Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced ; the old flag met his sight . " Halt ! " . the dust - brown ranks stood fast . " Fire ! " out blazed the rifle - blast ; It shivered the ...
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... head : Spur your proud horses hard , and ride in blood ; Amaze the wèlkin with broken staves . your A thousand hearts are great within my bòsom : Advance our stàndards , set upon our fòes ! Our ancient word of courage , fair Saint ...
... head : Spur your proud horses hard , and ride in blood ; Amaze the wèlkin with broken staves . your A thousand hearts are great within my bòsom : Advance our stàndards , set upon our fòes ! Our ancient word of courage , fair Saint ...
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Страница 327 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Страница 104 - 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...
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Страница 241 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 72 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...