Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Volumen3 |
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... death he died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with ...
... death he died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with ...
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... death - bed near the well . Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank , Lulled by the fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wandered from his mother's side . In April here beneath the ...
... death - bed near the well . Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank , Lulled by the fountain in the summer - tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wandered from his mother's side . In April here beneath the ...
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... death was mourned by sympathy divine . The being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green leaves among the groves , Maintains a deep and reverential care For the unoffending creatures whom he loves . C The pleasure - house ...
... death was mourned by sympathy divine . The being , that is in the clouds and air , That is in the green leaves among the groves , Maintains a deep and reverential care For the unoffending creatures whom he loves . C The pleasure - house ...
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... Death ? Judge then how cold an ague - fit of agony was mine To see the mistress of my fate , imperious , make a sign To which my own foreboding soul the cruel sense supplied : Mount , happy man , and run away with your THE DESERT - BORN ...
... Death ? Judge then how cold an ague - fit of agony was mine To see the mistress of my fate , imperious , make a sign To which my own foreboding soul the cruel sense supplied : Mount , happy man , and run away with your THE DESERT - BORN ...
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... death as vividly as others draw from life . " Behold , " I said , " a simple man , for such high feats unfit , Who never yet has learn'd to know the crupper from the bit , Whereas the boldest horsemanship , and first equestrian skill ...
... death as vividly as others draw from life . " Behold , " I said , " a simple man , for such high feats unfit , Who never yet has learn'd to know the crupper from the bit , Whereas the boldest horsemanship , and first equestrian skill ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Allah Allan answer'd Arab ARETHUSA barr'd bell beneath Bill Jones bless bow'd breast breath brow burnt chains Chippendale choristers church door cloud cold cried daughter dead dear death deep Dora dream earth evermore eyes fair fairies fancies father's fear feet fiends fifty priests gazed gone grew hands happy hath hear heard heart Heaven horse Houris Huntress HYMENEAL knew Left'nant light lips look look'd LOT IS THINE louder lullaby Mare Mary mound mountains Mudiboo Muse never night and day o'er old Don old familiar faces old woman once pray'd Ratisbon REGENT STREET rose round says sing Sir Walter sleep smile song soul spirit spring Squampash Flatts stamp'd stone stood sweet tapers tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD Thou wert thought Twas Venice voice WEARY LOT wife wild William wind winding sheet woman of Berkeley
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Página 66 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 68 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Página 186 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 50 - Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child; And Dora would have risen and gone to him, But her heart fail'd her; and the reapers reap'd, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.
Página 10 - THE moving accident is not my trade ; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Página 126 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays: All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Página 77 - ... weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Página 76 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Página 42 - DORA. WITH farmer Allan at the farm abode William and Dora. William was his son, And she his niece. He often look'd at them. And often thought,
Página 69 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?