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... blow . When I was st When I remen The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor . The mountain and the squirrel The noon was shady , and soft airs The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded The post - boy drove with fierce career The stately ...
... blow . When I was st When I remen The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor . The mountain and the squirrel The noon was shady , and soft airs The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded The post - boy drove with fierce career The stately ...
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... blow , d of his sight ? re , quoth she , he thus was born . nge , born blind ! quoth I ; ou put this as a scorn simplicity . he , thus blind I did him bear . I , if't be no lie , e's the first blind man , I'll swear , actis'd archery ...
... blow , d of his sight ? re , quoth she , he thus was born . nge , born blind ! quoth I ; ou put this as a scorn simplicity . he , thus blind I did him bear . I , if't be no lie , e's the first blind man , I'll swear , actis'd archery ...
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... blow , XVI WINTER When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail , And Tom 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 ...
... blow , XVI WINTER When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail , And Tom 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 ...
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... death below , oice no longer heard . ed aloud : ' Say , father , say - my task is done ! ' w not that the chieftain lay -nscious of his son . XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN ow winds begin to blow , D 2 Garland 35 fine asabianca, a True Story.
... death below , oice no longer heard . ed aloud : ' Say , father , say - my task is done ! ' w not that the chieftain lay -nscious of his son . XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN ow winds begin to blow , D 2 Garland 35 fine asabianca, a True Story.
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XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN ow winds begin to blow , ds look black , the glass is low , falls down , the spaniels sleep , ers from their cobwebs peep : ht the sun went pale to bed , on in halos hid her head ; ing shepherd heaves a sigh , a ...
XXVI SIGNS OF RAIN ow winds begin to blow , ds look black , the glass is low , falls down , the spaniels sleep , ers from their cobwebs peep : ht the sun went pale to bed , on in halos hid her head ; ing shepherd heaves a sigh , a ...
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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.