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... thou ! Beneath that beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; Enter - no crowds attend ; Enter - no guards defend This palace gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with ...
... thou ! Beneath that beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; Enter - no crowds attend ; Enter - no guards defend This palace gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with ...
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... thou thus , " a seaman cried , " While terrors overwhelm ? " " Why should I fear ? " the boy replied , " My father's at the helm ! " So when our worldly all is reft- Our earthly helper gone , We still have one true anchor left- God ...
... thou thus , " a seaman cried , " While terrors overwhelm ? " " Why should I fear ? " the boy replied , " My father's at the helm ! " So when our worldly all is reft- Our earthly helper gone , We still have one true anchor left- God ...
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James Stuart Laurie. And see thee when thou'st had thy fill , Plume thy breast and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . Langhorne ...
James Stuart Laurie. And see thee when thou'st had thy fill , Plume thy breast and wipe thy bill . Come , my feather'd friend , again , Well thou know'st the broken pane ; Ask of me thy daily store , Ever welcome to my door . Langhorne ...
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... thou shalt , " Napoleon said , 66 ' Ye've both my favor fairly won ; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son . " He gave the tar a piece of gold , And with a flag of truce commanded He should be shipp'd to England Old , And safely ...
... thou shalt , " Napoleon said , 66 ' Ye've both my favor fairly won ; A noble mother must have bred So brave a son . " He gave the tar a piece of gold , And with a flag of truce commanded He should be shipp'd to England Old , And safely ...
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... THOU that hast a daughter For one to woo and wed , Give her to a husband With snow upon his head : Oh , give her to an old man , Though little joy it be , Before the best young sailor That sails upon the sea . How luckless is the sailor ...
... THOU that hast a daughter For one to woo and wed , Give her to a husband With snow upon his head : Oh , give her to an old man , Though little joy it be , Before the best young sailor That sails upon the sea . How luckless is the sailor ...
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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.