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Edward Clarke Lowe. On the moor and in the wood , In the lane ; there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' tis good enough for thee . Ill befal the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that will be seen ...
Edward Clarke Lowe. On the moor and in the wood , In the lane ; there's not a place , Howsoever mean it be , But ' tis good enough for thee . Ill befal the yellow flowers , Children of the flaring hours ! Buttercups , that will be seen ...
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... Lane , “ And all round the Square . " I box'd his little saucy ears , And then away I strode ; But since I've found that weary path Is quite a common road— Utopia is a pleasant place , But how shall I get there ? " Straight down the ...
... Lane , “ And all round the Square . " I box'd his little saucy ears , And then away I strode ; But since I've found that weary path Is quite a common road— Utopia is a pleasant place , But how shall I get there ? " Straight down the ...
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... Lane , " And all round the Square . " I've read about a Fairy Land , In some romantic tale , Where Dwarfs if good , are sure to thrive , And wicked Giants fail . My wish was great , my shoes were strong , But how shall I get there ...
... Lane , " And all round the Square . " I've read about a Fairy Land , In some romantic tale , Where Dwarfs if good , are sure to thrive , And wicked Giants fail . My wish was great , my shoes were strong , But how shall I get there ...
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... Lane , “ And all round the Square . " They say there is a Temple too Where Christians come to pray ; But canting knaves and hypocrites , And bigots keep away . O ! that's the parish church for me ! But how shall I get there ? 66 ...
... Lane , “ And all round the Square . " They say there is a Temple too Where Christians come to pray ; But canting knaves and hypocrites , And bigots keep away . O ! that's the parish church for me ! But how shall I get there ? 66 ...
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... Lane , " And all round the Square . " I've heard there is a Company All formal and enroll'd , Will take your smallest silver coin And give it back in gold . Of course the office door is mobb'd , But how shall I get there ? 66 Straight ...
... Lane , " And all round the Square . " I've heard there is a Company All formal and enroll'd , Will take your smallest silver coin And give it back in gold . Of course the office door is mobb'd , But how shall I get there ? 66 Straight ...
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66 Straight a'that BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beneath bird brave bright captain cheer Cheviot child churchyard cried Crooked Lane dark dead dear death Dora double dungeon doughty Douglas dread dungeon fair faithful father flew foreign bands gallant Gelert gentle Gilpin gone grave green grew grey plover hand hath hear heard heart heaven John Anderson John Barleycorn king knew land light look look'd Lord Percy merry mighty moonlight play morn mother ne'er Netherby never night Northumberland o'er poor dog Tray pride queen's old courtier quoth raven river Dee rode round the Square Sally Brown Scotland seem'd side sigh sight sing slain smile song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand tree Trelawny Twas voice wave weep WHITE SQUALL wild wind wings word Wordsworth Wykeham's young Lochinvar
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Page 55 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 120 - 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 130 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Page 11 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Page 150 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee! "O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 51 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 162 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Page 96 - The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 114 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 50 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain — Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.