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... king , to encourage them to destroy the very breed of those base otters , they do so much mischief . Ven . But what say you to the foxes of the nation , would not you as willingly have them destroyed ? for doubtless they do as much ...
... king , to encourage them to destroy the very breed of those base otters , they do so much mischief . Ven . But what say you to the foxes of the nation , would not you as willingly have them destroyed ? for doubtless they do as much ...
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... kings of the sea . ' But , children , at midnight , When soft the winds blow , When clear falls the moonlight , When spring - tides are low : When sweet airs come seaward From heaths starred with broom , And high rocks throw mildly On ...
... kings of the sea . ' But , children , at midnight , When soft the winds blow , When clear falls the moonlight , When spring - tides are low : When sweet airs come seaward From heaths starred with broom , And high rocks throw mildly On ...
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... King's Bay on the one side , and the pinnacle of the Vogel Hook on the other , into the quiet channel that separates the Foreland from the main . It was at one o'clock in the morning of the 6th of August , 1856 , after having been ...
... King's Bay on the one side , and the pinnacle of the Vogel Hook on the other , into the quiet channel that separates the Foreland from the main . It was at one o'clock in the morning of the 6th of August , 1856 , after having been ...
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... king who was richer and mightier than all the kings that were before him . In speaking of him , the Chronicler writes as it were with downcast eyes and bated breath , as if he were hardly dealing with a man of like passions with himself ...
... king who was richer and mightier than all the kings that were before him . In speaking of him , the Chronicler writes as it were with downcast eyes and bated breath , as if he were hardly dealing with a man of like passions with himself ...
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... King . Whatever the will of William decreed , he found a means to bring it about . Whatever his hand found to do , he did it with all his might . As a warrior , as a general , it is needless to sound his praises . His warlike exploits ...
... King . Whatever the will of William decreed , he found a means to bring it about . Whatever his hand found to do , he did it with all his might . As a warrior , as a general , it is needless to sound his praises . His warlike exploits ...
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Page 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Page 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Page 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...