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... LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . AMY WENTWORTH ... MAUD MULLER .... THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . LUCY GRAY ... THE SINGING LEAVES .. IN SCHOOL - DAYS .. WE ARE SEVEN .... THE INCHCAPE ROCK . THE WITCH'S DAUGHTER . SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE .. BERNARDO DEL ...
... LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . AMY WENTWORTH ... MAUD MULLER .... THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . LUCY GRAY ... THE SINGING LEAVES .. IN SCHOOL - DAYS .. WE ARE SEVEN .... THE INCHCAPE ROCK . THE WITCH'S DAUGHTER . SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE .. BERNARDO DEL ...
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... Lord Byron 212 .Alfred Tennyson 213 .Robert Browning 220 Alfred Tennyson 226 John Greenleaf Whittier 232 .Percy MacKaye 235 Thomas Dunn English 249 George Parsons Lathrop 254 ... Helen Gray Cone 258 .Charlotte Holmes Crawford 260 THE ...
... Lord Byron 212 .Alfred Tennyson 213 .Robert Browning 220 Alfred Tennyson 226 John Greenleaf Whittier 232 .Percy MacKaye 235 Thomas Dunn English 249 George Parsons Lathrop 254 ... Helen Gray Cone 258 .Charlotte Holmes Crawford 260 THE ...
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... Lord Byron 271 Thomas Babington Macaulay 284 ..Alfred Tennyson 307 .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 313 .George Meredith 320 .Edmund Clarence Stedman 324 How OSWALD DINED WITH GOD .. HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME . THE FOOL'S PRAYER ...
... Lord Byron 271 Thomas Babington Macaulay 284 ..Alfred Tennyson 307 .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 313 .George Meredith 320 .Edmund Clarence Stedman 324 How OSWALD DINED WITH GOD .. HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME . THE FOOL'S PRAYER ...
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... lords of renown , Without ere a foot of free land ; We feast on good cheer , with wine , ale , and beer , And evry thing at our command . " fhen musick and dancing did finish the day ; At length , when the sun waxed low , Then all the ...
... lords of renown , Without ere a foot of free land ; We feast on good cheer , with wine , ale , and beer , And evry thing at our command . " fhen musick and dancing did finish the day ; At length , when the sun waxed low , Then all the ...
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... lord , it was a goodly sight for to see ! When Ionnë came befower the king , He fell downe on his knee ; " O pardon , my soveraine leige , " he said , " O pardon my eight score men and me ! " " Thou shalt have no pardon , thou traytor ...
... lord , it was a goodly sight for to see ! When Ionnë came befower the king , He fell downe on his knee ; " O pardon , my soveraine leige , " he said , " O pardon my eight score men and me ! " " Thou shalt have no pardon , thou traytor ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON anapest arms ballad battle Bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig Clusium cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father feet fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse iamb Inchcape Rock Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Patrick Spence Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan ship shout sing slain smile Sohrab soldier song soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro trochee turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind word Yarrow young
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Page 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 72 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Page 46 - said young Lochinvar. 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 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Page 341 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Page 200 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 342 - Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" They sailed ! They sailed ! Then spake the mate : "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite ! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword ; "Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness.
Page 363 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro* the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Page 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.