The Heart of Oak Books, Book 5Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D. C. Heath & Company, 1895 - Literature |
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... boys . Thus came the jocund Spring in Killingworth , In fabulous days , some hundred years ago ; And thrifty farmers , as they tilled the earth , Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow , That mingled with the universal mirth ...
... boys . Thus came the jocund Spring in Killingworth , In fabulous days , some hundred years ago ; And thrifty farmers , as they tilled the earth , Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow , That mingled with the universal mirth ...
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... boys , finding their mistake too late , Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate . That year in Killingworth the Autumn came Without the light of his majestic look , The wonder of the falling tongues of flame , The illumined pages of ...
... boys , finding their mistake too late , Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate . That year in Killingworth the Autumn came Without the light of his majestic look , The wonder of the falling tongues of flame , The illumined pages of ...
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... boys who are playing in a wagon . Take this boy as the germ of a tavern haunter , a country roué , to spend a wild and brutal youth , ten years of his prime in the State Prison , and his old age in the poor - house . 2 Monday , August ...
... boys who are playing in a wagon . Take this boy as the germ of a tavern haunter , a country roué , to spend a wild and brutal youth , ten years of his prime in the State Prison , and his old age in the poor - house . 2 Monday , August ...
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... boys , - " Tis written , since fighting begun , That sometimes we fight and we conquer , And sometimes we fight and we run . " To fight and to run was our fate : Our fortune and fame had departed . And so perished Louis the Great ...
... boys , - " Tis written , since fighting begun , That sometimes we fight and we conquer , And sometimes we fight and we run . " To fight and to run was our fate : Our fortune and fame had departed . And so perished Louis the Great ...
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... boys ! He died like a soldier in glory ; Here's a glass to the health of all drum - boys , And now I'll commence my own story . Once more did we cross the salt ocean , We came in the year eighty - one ; And the wrongs of my father the ...
... boys ! He died like a soldier in glory ; Here's a glass to the health of all drum - boys , And now I'll commence my own story . Once more did we cross the salt ocean , We came in the year eighty - one ; And the wrongs of my father the ...
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Page 253 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 224 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 184 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock.
Page 2 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,. Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 189 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Page 345 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 181 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
Page 187 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Page 258 - As You LIKE IT Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither!
Page 187 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...