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... o'er the stones , With caution and good heed . But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which gall'd him in his seat . So , " fair and softly , " John he cried , But John he cried ...
... o'er the stones , With caution and good heed . But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well shod feet , The snorting beast began to trot , Which gall'd him in his seat . So , " fair and softly , " John he cried , But John he cried ...
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... O'er a ' the ills o ' life victorious . But pleasures are like poppies spread , You seize the flower , its bloom is shed ; Or like the snowfall in the river , A moment white then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere ...
... O'er a ' the ills o ' life victorious . But pleasures are like poppies spread , You seize the flower , its bloom is shed ; Or like the snowfall in the river , A moment white then melts forever ; Or like the borealis race , That flit ere ...
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... o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk - Alloway was drawing nigh , Where ghaists and houlets ° nightly cry . O By this time he was cross the ford , Where in the ...
... o'er some auld Scots sonnet ; Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles catch him unawares : Kirk - Alloway was drawing nigh , Where ghaists and houlets ° nightly cry . O By this time he was cross the ford , Where in the ...
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... drink you are inclined , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear , - Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . 205 210 215 220 WALTER SCOTT LOCHIN VAR O , YOUNG Lochinvar is come 18 ENGLISH NARRATIVE POEMS.
... drink you are inclined , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear , - Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . 205 210 215 220 WALTER SCOTT LOCHIN VAR O , YOUNG Lochinvar is come 18 ENGLISH NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... one inmate in their house , An only Child , who had been born to them When Michael , telling o'er his years , began To deem that he was old , in shepherd's phrase . 15 75 80 80 55 85 With one foot in the grave . This only Son MICHAEL 23.
... one inmate in their house , An only Child , who had been born to them When Michael , telling o'er his years , began To deem that he was old , in shepherd's phrase . 15 75 80 80 55 85 With one foot in the grave . This only Son MICHAEL 23.
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Agnes Annie answer'd babe ballad BARBARA FRIETCHIE behold beneath breath Byron child Chillon cried Cutty-sark DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead Dear mother Ida death died Dora Edited English Enoch Enoch Arden Enone eyes face fair father fear feet fell galloped Gilpin golden gone Grasmere gray grew guilders hand happy hath head hear heard hearken ere heart heaven Hervé Riel Hetman hill horse John Gilpin Julius Cæsar King knew Lake Geneva land light limbs live lonely look look'd Lord maid Mazeppa Milanion morning never night o'er Paul Revere Philip Piper poem poet Porphyro ride rose round sail scarce Schoeneus seem'd Sir John Moore smile soul stood street tale tell thee things thou thought thro town turned Twas Ukraine unto voice wave White Ship wife William WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind word
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Page 20 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 86 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 161 - And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling : And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Page 87 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 155 - Aix," — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Page 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 43 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 2 - To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 44 - 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. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Page 43 - 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. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.