The Heart of Oak Books, Volumen5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... sail a painted boat . " I'd dress my mother so grand and gay , And the baby should have a new toy each day . 66 And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor , And all should bless me who left our door . " The Judge looked back as he ...
... sail a painted boat . " I'd dress my mother so grand and gay , And the baby should have a new toy each day . 66 And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor , And all should bless me who left our door . " The Judge looked back as he ...
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... FAIR stood the wind for France , When we our sails advance , Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But putting to the main , At Kaux , the THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 39 The Ballad of Agincourt Michael Drayton.
... FAIR stood the wind for France , When we our sails advance , Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But putting to the main , At Kaux , the THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 39 The Ballad of Agincourt Michael Drayton.
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... sail of a lagging bark , here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue high- lands . On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with ...
... sail of a lagging bark , here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom , and at last losing itself in the blue high- lands . On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with ...
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... sail of ships , not only of their own kingdom but strengthened with the greatest argosies - Portugal caracks ... sailing round about England so much as sink , or take , one ship , bark , THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 89.
... sail of ships , not only of their own kingdom but strengthened with the greatest argosies - Portugal caracks ... sailing round about England so much as sink , or take , one ship , bark , THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 89.
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... sail . Sir Richard Gren- ville was the last that weighed to recover the men that were upon the island , which ... sailing of THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 91.
... sail . Sir Richard Gren- ville was the last that weighed to recover the men that were upon the island , which ... sailing of THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 91.
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Términos y frases comunes
Allen-a-Dale ancient Mariner ANNABEL LEE Argalus Barbara Allen beauty Ben Jonson birds boys bright Brignall Brom called cents Christ's Hospital Clitophon cloud dead dear death Demagoras door doth drum English eyes fair fame fear fight flowers give green hand hath head hear heard heart HEART OF OAK heaven Helots honor hundred Ichabod Ichabod Crane James Russell Lowell Kalander king lady land light live look Lord master mind mother mountain never night noble o'er Palladius Parthenia poor Queen rest Revenge Rip Van Winkle round sail ship side sing Sir Richard sleep Sleepy Hollow song soul sound spirit stood story strange sweet tell thee thet things thou thought took trees Twas unto village voice wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woman woods young
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Página 226 - 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 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Página 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Página 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Página 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 347 - 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.