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Page 7325
... night , " said the man to himself , as he went inside the gate . Hard by stood an old man with gray hair and beard , who was hewing wood . " Good evening , father , " said the wayfarer . " Can I have houseroom here to - night ? " " I'm ...
... night , " said the man to himself , as he went inside the gate . Hard by stood an old man with gray hair and beard , who was hewing wood . " Good evening , father , " said the wayfarer . " Can I have houseroom here to - night ? " " I'm ...
Page 7326
... night ? " " I'm not father in the house , " said the old carl with the big eyes ; " but go and speak to my father , who lies yonder in the cradle . " Yes , the wayfarer went to the cradle , and there lay a carl as old as the hills , so ...
... night ? " " I'm not father in the house , " said the old carl with the big eyes ; " but go and speak to my father , who lies yonder in the cradle . " Yes , the wayfarer went to the cradle , and there lay a carl as old as the hills , so ...
Page 7329
... night , and hung up a great tablet with the Lord's Prayer painted on it over against his bed . So when the lad woke in the morning he began to read the tablet , and did not quite see what he was about till he came to Amen ; but then it ...
... night , and hung up a great tablet with the Lord's Prayer painted on it over against his bed . So when the lad woke in the morning he began to read the tablet , and did not quite see what he was about till he came to Amen ; but then it ...
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... night through while he lay warm asleep on his ear , and I have saved house and home from fire and thieves more than once ; but now I can neither see nor hear any more , and he wants to shoot me . And so I must run away , and slink from ...
... night through while he lay warm asleep on his ear , and I have saved house and home from fire and thieves more than once ; but now I can neither see nor hear any more , and he wants to shoot me . And so I must run away , and slink from ...
Page 7331
... night , " said the man . " Well , my dear Dragon , " said Reynard , " this is a very hard nut to crack . I can't get it into my head how you , who are so big and mighty a beast , could find room to lie under yon stone . " " Can't you ...
... night , " said the man . " Well , my dear Dragon , " said Reynard , " this is a very hard nut to crack . I can't get it into my head how you , who are so big and mighty a beast , could find room to lie under yon stone . " " Can't you ...
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Page 7351 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank...
Page 7411 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 7350 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 7350 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 7366 - It was August the third; And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise.
Page 7776 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled ; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked npron fingered.
Page 7528 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 7411 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 7412 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 7351 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!