An Introduction to the Study of Literature: For the Use of Secondary and Graded SchoolsEdwin Herbert Lewis, Lewis, Edwin Hebert |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... eye - sockets ' rim . 45 Then I cast loose my buffcoat , each holster let fall , Shook off both my jack - boots , let go belt and all , Stood up in the stirrup , lean'd , patted his ear , 50 Call'd my Roland his pet name , my horse ...
... eye - sockets ' rim . 45 Then I cast loose my buffcoat , each holster let fall , Shook off both my jack - boots , let go belt and all , Stood up in the stirrup , lean'd , patted his ear , 50 Call'd my Roland his pet name , my horse ...
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... eye wide ope as though Fate beckoned My hero to some steep , beneath Which precipice smiled tempting death " You too without your host have reckoned ! " A beggar - child " ( let's hear this third ! ) " Sat on a quay's edge : like a bird ...
... eye wide ope as though Fate beckoned My hero to some steep , beneath Which precipice smiled tempting death " You too without your host have reckoned ! " A beggar - child " ( let's hear this third ! ) " Sat on a quay's edge : like a bird ...
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... eye of the great man perceived that the lad was hurt . " You're wounded ! " " Nay , I'm killed , sire , " replied the proud boy , as he fell at his emperor's feet . The last poem by Browning in this chapter indicates the Hervé worth of ...
... eye of the great man perceived that the lad was hurt . " You're wounded ! " " Nay , I'm killed , sire , " replied the proud boy , as he fell at his emperor's feet . The last poem by Browning in this chapter indicates the Hervé worth of ...
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... of the hero from what you have thus far read . 24. Does this third stanza contain any sugges- tion of sounds ? What colors are there in the soft Kentish landscape ? And thus , with eyes that would not shrink , THE HEROISM OF WAR 35.
... of the hero from what you have thus far read . 24. Does this third stanza contain any sugges- tion of sounds ? What colors are there in the soft Kentish landscape ? And thus , with eyes that would not shrink , THE HEROISM OF WAR 35.
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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 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 180 - But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate ; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate !) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. 40 And travellers now within that valley Through the "red-litten windows see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody...
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 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 40 - He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. "Shall we fight or shall we fly? Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die ! There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set.
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 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's!
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.