Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Volumen3 |
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... keeping ' in the saddle . In short , " and here I blush'd , abash'd , and held my head full low , " I'm one of those whose infant years heard the chimes of Bow ! " have The lady smiled , as houris smile , adown from Turkish skies , And ...
... keeping ' in the saddle . In short , " and here I blush'd , abash'd , and held my head full low , " I'm one of those whose infant years heard the chimes of Bow ! " have The lady smiled , as houris smile , adown from Turkish skies , And ...
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... hands upon her hips , ' Come , ' says she , quite in a huff , ' come , keep your tongue inside your lips ; Afore ever you was born , I was well used to things like these ; I shall put it in the grate , and let 58 A REPORT FROM BELOW .
... hands upon her hips , ' Come , ' says she , quite in a huff , ' come , keep your tongue inside your lips ; Afore ever you was born , I was well used to things like these ; I shall put it in the grate , and let 58 A REPORT FROM BELOW .
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... keep her lustrous eyes , Or new Love pine at them beyond to - morrow . Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee , Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards , But on the viewless wings of Poesy , VOL . III . F Though the dull brain perplexes ...
... keep her lustrous eyes , Or new Love pine at them beyond to - morrow . Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee , Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards , But on the viewless wings of Poesy , VOL . III . F Though the dull brain perplexes ...
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... keep his own castle agin the French : - the more fool he - with as good a chance as a bumboat agin a seventy - four . The Left'nant tried hard to persuade him to go aboard the fleet ; but he might have saved his jaw tackle ; for it was ...
... keep his own castle agin the French : - the more fool he - with as good a chance as a bumboat agin a seventy - four . The Left'nant tried hard to persuade him to go aboard the fleet ; but he might have saved his jaw tackle ; for it was ...
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... the walls would let him . He took mighty pains , besides , to squat himself down the same moment that I did , for fear of his standing to my sitting — I can't tell you half his Spanish tricks to keep up his dignity , ' - 84 SPANISH PRIDE .
... the walls would let him . He took mighty pains , besides , to squat himself down the same moment that I did , for fear of his standing to my sitting — I can't tell you half his Spanish tricks to keep up his dignity , ' - 84 SPANISH PRIDE .
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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?