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... hope even as much acceptance for this book . Varie- ties in taste , often deeply rooted and strenuously held , will lead every reader to condemn me for omissions and inclusions : inevitably , and rightly . For such judgments reveal the ...
... hope even as much acceptance for this book . Varie- ties in taste , often deeply rooted and strenuously held , will lead every reader to condemn me for omissions and inclusions : inevitably , and rightly . For such judgments reveal the ...
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... hope perhaps for new friends to replace the lost . Kind readers ! -if I have the fortune to find such may this little selection , like the former , with whatever deficiencies , be the draught tempting you to approach , in their free ...
... hope perhaps for new friends to replace the lost . Kind readers ! -if I have the fortune to find such may this little selection , like the former , with whatever deficiencies , be the draught tempting you to approach , in their free ...
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... hope is hardest to be lost : But the young , young children , O my brothers , Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , In our happy Fatherland ? They look up with their pale and sunken faces , And ...
... hope is hardest to be lost : But the young , young children , O my brothers , Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers , In our happy Fatherland ? They look up with their pale and sunken faces , And ...
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... — These , lost to hope , in memory yet Around the hearts that loved thee cling , Shadowing with long and vain regret The too fair promise of thy Spring . T. L. Peacock XIV THE WAIL OF THE CORNISH MOTHER They say ' Second Series 17.
... — These , lost to hope , in memory yet Around the hearts that loved thee cling , Shadowing with long and vain regret The too fair promise of thy Spring . T. L. Peacock XIV THE WAIL OF THE CORNISH MOTHER They say ' Second Series 17.
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... the smile , and the comforting eye- Here was a boy in the ward , every bone seem'd out of its place- Caught in a mill and crush'd - it was all but a hope- less case : 1 And he handled him gently enough ; but his voice Second Series 19.
... the smile , and the comforting eye- Here was a boy in the ward , every bone seem'd out of its place- Caught in a mill and crush'd - it was all but a hope- less case : 1 And he handled him gently enough ; but his voice Second Series 19.
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Página 76 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Página 32 - ... world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Página 32 - Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair, And a voice said in mastery while I strove, . . . »Guess now who...
Página 41 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Página 20 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 69 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole ! " As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now than flesh helps soul...
Página 41 - Here's the English at our heels, would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet, linked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound? Better run the ships aground!
Página 41 - Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? Since 'tis ask and have, I may Since the others go ashore Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore!
Página 41 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 67 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!