Metrical Tales and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805 - 201 páginas |
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... look'd there came a man from his farm , He had a countenance white with alarm , My Lord , I opened your granaries this morn And the Rats had eaten all your corn . Another came running presently , And he was pale as pale could be , Fly ...
... look'd there came a man from his farm , He had a countenance white with alarm , My Lord , I opened your granaries this morn And the Rats had eaten all your corn . Another came running presently , And he was pale as pale could be , Fly ...
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... look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sate screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swum over the river so deep , And they have climb'd the ...
... look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sate screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swum over the river so deep , And they have climb'd the ...
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... look , every line , every feature he knows , " Tis fresh in his eye , to his labour he goes , And he has the old ... looks and retouches again with delight ; ' Tis 11.
... look , every line , every feature he knows , " Tis fresh in his eye , to his labour he goes , And he has the old ... looks and retouches again with delight ; ' Tis 11.
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Robert Southey. He looks and retouches again with delight ; ' Tis a portrait compleat to his mind ! He touches again , and again gluts his sight , He looks round for applause , and he sees with affright The Original standing behind ...
Robert Southey. He looks and retouches again with delight ; ' Tis a portrait compleat to his mind ! He touches again , and again gluts his sight , He looks round for applause , and he sees with affright The Original standing behind ...
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... look that he cannot express ; .. His colours are dull to their quick - sparkling hue , More and more on the Lady he fixes his view , On the canvas he looks less and less . In vain he retouches , her eyes sparkle more , And that look ...
... look that he cannot express ; .. His colours are dull to their quick - sparkling hue , More and more on the Lady he fixes his view , On the canvas he looks less and less . In vain he retouches , her eyes sparkle more , And that look ...
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Antolinez ARAUCANS Archbishop beauty Beelzebub behold bells bells of St Bishop Bruno bless blest blood bloody Judge brave breast ceste Charlemain chearful Collatine cried dance dead Dear George death deeds Delia's delight Devil door eyes fair Father William fear Fleet Street gale gaze glory grave GREGORY grew Gualberto hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree holy honour husband Keyne King live locks look'd Lord macaroons MALVERN HILLS merrily Mexitli Moscera never night o'er Ollanahta Painter palace PINDARIC poor Porlock prayer Prelate pride quoth Rebecca his wife rest revenge Rhine Richard Penlake Rodulfo round rung Saint Satan Sires song SONNET sorrow soul Spirits stood Strangers summer tree sweet tale tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought thro toil tower TRAVELLER Twas vengeance ween WOMAN wretched young youth
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Página 47 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.' 'Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!' Said little Wilhelmine. 'Nay. . .nay. . .my little girl,' quoth he,
Página 44 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Página 45 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 46 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Página 173 - Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere, To those who on my leisure would intrude Reserved and rude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Página 8 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Página 174 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Página 47 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 6 - Another came running presently, And he was as pale as pale could be, Fly ! my lord bishop, fly ! quoth he, Ten thousand rats are coming this way — The Lord forgive you for yesterday...
Página 6 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...