The Heart of Oak Books, Libro 5Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D. C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... dear by many folk , whose good opinion is well worth having ; particularly by certain biscuit - bakers , who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new - year cakes ; and have thus given him a chance for immortality ...
... dear by many folk , whose good opinion is well worth having ; particularly by certain biscuit - bakers , who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new - year cakes ; and have thus given him a chance for immortality ...
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... Dear mammy , she looks in their faces , And asks if her husband is come ? -He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum . " Come , drink , ' tis no use to be glum , boys ! He died like a soldier in glory ...
... Dear mammy , she looks in their faces , And asks if her husband is come ? -He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum . " Come , drink , ' tis no use to be glum , boys ! He died like a soldier in glory ...
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... And press me , I pray , to your heart . ' " He called for our old battle standard ; One kiss to the eagle he gave . ' Dear eagle ! ' he said , ' may this kiss ' Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; Our people 78 THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM .
... And press me , I pray , to your heart . ' " He called for our old battle standard ; One kiss to the eagle he gave . ' Dear eagle ! ' he said , ' may this kiss ' Twas thus that Napoleon left us ; Our people 78 THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM .
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... dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst . A flash of joy ; And horror fol- lows . For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ? PART III . Each throat THERE pass'd a weary time . Was parch'd , and ...
... dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst . A flash of joy ; And horror fol- lows . For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ? PART III . Each throat THERE pass'd a weary time . Was parch'd , and ...
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... Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look- ( The Pilot made reply ) I am a - fear'd ' ― ' Push on , push on ! ' Said the Hermit cheerily . The boat came closer to the ship , But I nor spake nor stirr'd ; The boat came close beneath the ship ...
... Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look- ( The Pilot made reply ) I am a - fear'd ' ― ' Push on , push on ! ' Said the Hermit cheerily . The boat came closer to the ship , But I nor spake nor stirr'd ; The boat came close beneath the ship ...
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Página 253 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 224 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 184 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock.
Página 2 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,. Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 189 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Página 345 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 181 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
Página 187 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Página 258 - As You LIKE IT Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither!
Página 187 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...