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... night was comfortless , the loud blast howl'd , And as we drew around the social hearth , We heard the rain beat hard . Driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light ; We heapt the fire , and spread the friendly board ...
... night was comfortless , the loud blast howl'd , And as we drew around the social hearth , We heard the rain beat hard . Driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light ; We heapt the fire , and spread the friendly board ...
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... night , And feelings which I may not dare to doubt , These portents make me certain of the God Within me ; He who to these eyes reveal'd My royal Master , mingled with the crowd And never seen till then . Such evidence Given to my ...
... night , And feelings which I may not dare to doubt , These portents make me certain of the God Within me ; He who to these eyes reveal'd My royal Master , mingled with the crowd And never seen till then . Such evidence Given to my ...
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... night , and hark ! how dead a silence ! Fit hour to tread so perilous a path ! " So saying , Conrade from the tent went forth . JOAN OF ARC . THE SIXTH BOOK . THE night was calm , and many a moving cloud Shadow'd the moon . Along the ...
... night , and hark ! how dead a silence ! Fit hour to tread so perilous a path ! " So saying , Conrade from the tent went forth . JOAN OF ARC . THE SIXTH BOOK . THE night was calm , and many a moving cloud Shadow'd the moon . Along the ...
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... night On his way wilder'd , to the wolf's deep howl Hears the wood echo , when from close pursuit Escaped , the topmost branch of some tall tree He grasps close clinging , still of the wild beast Fearful , his teeth jar , and the cold ...
... night On his way wilder'd , to the wolf's deep howl Hears the wood echo , when from close pursuit Escaped , the topmost branch of some tall tree He grasps close clinging , still of the wild beast Fearful , his teeth jar , and the cold ...
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... night - raven slow . In the English forts Sad was the scene . There all the livelong night Steal in the straggling fugitives ; as when Past is the storm , and o'er the azure sky Serenely shines the sun , with every breeze The waving ...
... night - raven slow . In the English forts Sad was the scene . There all the livelong night Steal in the straggling fugitives ; as when Past is the storm , and o'er the azure sky Serenely shines the sun , with every breeze The waving ...
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Page 449 - 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.
Page 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Page 449 - 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 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Page 143 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Page 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Page 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Page 208 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Page 450 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 213 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.