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... bear , Quoth I , thus softly to myself , What strange things have we here ? I never saw the like , thought I , ' Tis more than strange to me , To have a child have wings to fly , And yet want eyes to see . Sure this is some devised toy ...
... bear , Quoth I , thus softly to myself , What strange things have we here ? I never saw the like , thought I , ' Tis more than strange to me , To have a child have wings to fly , And yet want eyes to see . Sure this is some devised toy ...
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... bear . I , if't be no lie , e's the first blind man , I'll swear , actis'd archery . ! quoth she , nay , there you miss , Ell a boy as now , be elder than he is ds will him allow . no elder than he is ! ure he is some sprite , ht reply ...
... bear . I , if't be no lie , e's the first blind man , I'll swear , actis'd archery . ! quoth she , nay , there you miss , Ell a boy as now , be elder than he is ds will him allow . no elder than he is ! ure he is some sprite , ht reply ...
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... bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . The waves So little ...
... bears logs into the hall , And milk comes frozen home in pail ; When blood is nipt , and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo ! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . The waves So little ...
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... bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate , With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim , And with circles of red for his eye - sockets ' rim . Then I cast my loose buff - coat , each holster ...
... bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate , With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim , And with circles of red for his eye - sockets ' rim . Then I cast my loose buff - coat , each holster ...
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Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear . Hark , hark ! Bough wough , The watch dogs bark , Bough wough , Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer , Cry , cock - a - doodle - doo . W ...
Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear . Hark , hark ! Bough wough , The watch dogs bark , Bough wough , Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer , Cry , cock - a - doodle - doo . W ...
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Page 167 - 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 4 - 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 71 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 206 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 199 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 62 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 200 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is, and nothing more.
Page 65 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Page 84 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.