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... stand the rage Of such a keen , inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , 66 And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And ...
... stand the rage Of such a keen , inclement sky . " So faint I am - these tottering feet No more my feeble frame can bear ; My sinking heart forgets to beat , 66 And drifting snows my tomb prepare . " Open your hospitable door , And ...
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... palace gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound-- An infant wail alone ; A 12 THE FIFTH STANDARD ' READER .
... palace gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound-- An infant wail alone ; A 12 THE FIFTH STANDARD ' READER .
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... standing by . Only the captain speaks to him , -— 66 Stand up , stand up , young man , And steer the ship to haven , As none beside thee can . ' وو " Thou say'st to me , ' Stand , stand up ; ' I say to thee take hold , Lift me a little ...
... standing by . Only the captain speaks to him , -— 66 Stand up , stand up , young man , And steer the ship to haven , As none beside thee can . ' وو " Thou say'st to me , ' Stand , stand up ; ' I say to thee take hold , Lift me a little ...
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... stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Old Earth is a pleasure to see , In sunshiny cloak of red and green ; The furrow lies fresh ; this year will be , As years that are past have been . Fall gently and still ...
... stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Old Earth is a pleasure to see , In sunshiny cloak of red and green ; The furrow lies fresh ; this year will be , As years that are past have been . Fall gently and still ...
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... stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Now steady and sure again , And measure of stroke and step we keep ; Thus up and thus down , we cast our grain : Sow well , and you gladly reap . Fall gently and still , good ...
... stand so yellow some morn , For beast and man must be fed . Now steady and sure again , And measure of stroke and step we keep ; Thus up and thus down , we cast our grain : Sow well , and you gladly reap . Fall gently and still , good ...
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Page 140 - 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 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - 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.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. 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 for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.