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... beautiful things : there were flowers and trees ; There were bevies of birds , and swarms of bees ; There were cities , with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen ! But he did one thing that was hardly fair : He ...
... beautiful things : there were flowers and trees ; There were bevies of birds , and swarms of bees ; There were cities , with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen ! But he did one thing that was hardly fair : He ...
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... beautiful clear moonlight . The captain and his crew , excited by the wine , and almost out of their wits , made a boast that they would overtake the vessel of the king . With this intention they pulled away savagely at the oars ...
... beautiful clear moonlight . The captain and his crew , excited by the wine , and almost out of their wits , made a boast that they would overtake the vessel of the king . With this intention they pulled away savagely at the oars ...
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... beautiful child , about five years of age . He drew little Rupert , kneeling by the side of his mother in the attitude of evening prayer . His little hands folded reverently together , his calm , peaceful countenance , his rosy cheeks ...
... beautiful child , about five years of age . He drew little Rupert , kneeling by the side of his mother in the attitude of evening prayer . His little hands folded reverently together , his calm , peaceful countenance , his rosy cheeks ...
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... beautiful dog , Nero , which was very much attached to an infant child of the family . One day the nobleman was out hunting , the nurse in charge of his baby boy went out to enjoy herself , leaving the child locked up in a room in ...
... beautiful dog , Nero , which was very much attached to an infant child of the family . One day the nobleman was out hunting , the nurse in charge of his baby boy went out to enjoy herself , leaving the child locked up in a room in ...
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... my beauty , my jewel ! ' Then , throwing down the gold , he sprung on to the back of his horse , and was quickly out of sight . It was concerning this incident that the following beautiful lines THE ARABIAN HORSE . 53 The Arabian Horse,
... my beauty , my jewel ! ' Then , throwing down the gold , he sprung on to the back of his horse , and was quickly out of sight . It was concerning this incident that the following beautiful lines THE ARABIAN HORSE . 53 The Arabian Horse,
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Page 169 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 131 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 15 - THE frost looked forth one still clear night, And whispered, " Now I shall be out of sight ; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll take my way : I will not go on like that blustering train, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they.
Page 177 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 100 - 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 150 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the Spectacles .plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Page 195 - OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen. Returning from his...
Page 149 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Page 114 - When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, H Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke, Full of rage and full of grief.
Page 139 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.