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... Live " The Hero . · · · · · · 125 · • 126 127 · · • 128 • 130 • • 132 133 • 134 · 139 • 140 James Russell Lowell A. Conan Doyle . William Ernest Henley William Ernest Henley Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alice Meynell . • John Greenleaf ...
... Live " The Hero . · · · · · · 125 · • 126 127 · · • 128 • 130 • • 132 133 • 134 · 139 • 140 James Russell Lowell A. Conan Doyle . William Ernest Henley William Ernest Henley Alfred , Lord Tennyson Alice Meynell . • John Greenleaf ...
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... - sweeps the poet had seen in London . Shakspere feels a touch of humor at the memory of their impish black , and a touch of pity for their lives . Ah ! but it will soon be with them as it is with the golden head in INTRODUCTION 7.
... - sweeps the poet had seen in London . Shakspere feels a touch of humor at the memory of their impish black , and a touch of pity for their lives . Ah ! but it will soon be with them as it is with the golden head in INTRODUCTION 7.
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... lives of their masters . Robert Browning has a poem which exhibits in a touching way the sympathy between the Arab and his courser . Muléykeh , the Pearl , has never been beaten in speed , even by her sister Buhéyseh . Both horses sleep ...
... lives of their masters . Robert Browning has a poem which exhibits in a touching way the sympathy between the Arab and his courser . Muléykeh , the Pearl , has never been beaten in speed , even by her sister Buhéyseh . Both horses sleep ...
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... live creature to observe the effect of drugs upon it , or to settle questions of anatomy . At times vivisection has ... lives were too precious to their families to be risked . A dog , however , jumped in , saved the child with ...
... live creature to observe the effect of drugs upon it , or to settle questions of anatomy . At times vivisection has ... lives were too precious to their families to be risked . A dog , however , jumped in , saved the child with ...
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... lives . Over the balustrade has bounced A mere instinctive dog , and pounced Plumb on the prize . ' How well he dives ! • • ΙΟ 135 20 1-3 . Whose words ? 5. habergeon , a coat of mail ( hab'erjon ) . 15. Dismay ! Help , you the standers ...
... lives . Over the balustrade has bounced A mere instinctive dog , and pounced Plumb on the prize . ' How well he dives ! • • ΙΟ 135 20 1-3 . Whose words ? 5. habergeon , a coat of mail ( hab'erjon ) . 15. Dismay ! Help , you the standers ...
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Page 321 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still. And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 21 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 213 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Page 320 - Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 36 - 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 ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade !
Page 213 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 352 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise...
Page 105 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Page 405 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 191 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.