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... Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the Rock was hid by the surges ' swell , The Mariners heard ...
... Bell . The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the Rock was hid by the surges ' swell , The Mariners heard ...
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... bell from the Inchcape float . Down sunk the bell , with a gurgling sound , The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away ...
... bell from the Inchcape float . Down sunk the bell , with a gurgling sound , The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph , ' The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok . ' Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away ...
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... Bell . ' They hear no sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ! ' Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , He ...
... Bell . ' They hear no sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : Cried they , ' It is the Inchcape Rock ! ' Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , He ...
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... bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay , Through the surf and through the swell , The far - off sound of a silver bell ? Sand - strewn caverns cool and deep , Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and ...
... bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay , Through the surf and through the swell , The far - off sound of a silver bell ? Sand - strewn caverns cool and deep , Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and ...
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... bell , She sigh'd , she look'd up through the clear green sea , She said , ' I must go , for my kinsfolk pray - In the little gray church on the shore to - day . ' T will be Easter - time in the world - ah me ! And I lose my poor soul ...
... bell , She sigh'd , she look'd up through the clear green sea , She said , ' I must go , for my kinsfolk pray - In the little gray church on the shore to - day . ' T will be Easter - time in the world - ah me ! And I lose my poor soul ...
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Page 160 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Page 2 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 5 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Page 286 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? , Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 4 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 331 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail, And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 123 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter " Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Page 264 - Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 197 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 146 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.