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... dear children , let us away , • PAGE 27 19 I 98 115 49 • 133 • 145 81 46 Father of all ! in every age , Friends , Romans , countrymen ! lend me your ears , Good name , in man and woman , Hark ! I hear the tramp of thousands , Hear the ...
... dear children , let us away , • PAGE 27 19 I 98 115 49 • 133 • 145 81 46 Father of all ! in every age , Friends , Romans , countrymen ! lend me your ears , Good name , in man and woman , Hark ! I hear the tramp of thousands , Hear the ...
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... dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . 66 Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; 50 The little brooks that seem all pastime and all ...
... dear , And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear . 66 Alas , the mountain - tops that look so green and fair I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there ; 50 The little brooks that seem all pastime and all ...
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... dear to his old mother is my son . " " Through Havelock's * fights and marches the 90th Havelock , Sir were there , Henry Have- lock was one of the great generals dur- ing the In- In all the gallant 90th did your Robert have his share ...
... dear to his old mother is my son . " " Through Havelock's * fights and marches the 90th Havelock , Sir were there , Henry Have- lock was one of the great generals dur- ing the In- In all the gallant 90th did your Robert have his share ...
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... dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend , the calender , * Will lend his horse to go . " * Quoth Mrs. Gilpin , " That's well said ; And for that wine is dear ...
... dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend , the calender , * Will lend his horse to go . " * Quoth Mrs. Gilpin , " That's well said ; And for that wine is dear ...
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... dear ; For , while he spake , a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear ; 205 Whereat his horse did snort , as he * Had heard a lion roar , 210 And galloped off with all his might , As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away ...
... dear ; For , while he spake , a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear ; 205 Whereat his horse did snort , as he * Had heard a lion roar , 210 And galloped off with all his might , As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away ...
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ancient Arth Assyria battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bells beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Cæsar Chief poems child cried dark dead dear death deep dreadful Duke earth Eton College eyes fair father fear fire flowers gallant gazed Gelert Gilpin grave green hand haste hath head hear heard heart heaven hills horse Hubert Inchcape Inchcape Rock Ivy green John Gilpin king land Lars Porsena light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mercy morning ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er pale passed poet Prince of Condé quoth river roar round Samian wine Scotland shore sing smile soldiers song sorrow soul sound stars steed stone stood storm sweet swell sword tears tell thee thou art tide town Trainband Twas voice waves ween wild wind young youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Seite 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Seite 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 16 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Seite 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Seite 16 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Seite 88 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.