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... thou been alive to have shared it with me . " thought , by the accent , it had been an address to his child ; but it was to his ass , and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road . The man seemed to lament it much ; and he did it ...
... thou been alive to have shared it with me . " thought , by the accent , it had been an address to his child ; but it was to his ass , and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road . The man seemed to lament it much ; and he did it ...
Page 47
... Thou hast one comfort , friend , " said I , " at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a merciful master to him . " " Alas ! " said the mourner , " I thought so when he was alive , but now he is dead I think ...
... Thou hast one comfort , friend , " said I , " at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a merciful master to him . " " Alas ! " said the mourner , " I thought so when he was alive , but now he is dead I think ...
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James Stuart Laurie. Poetry . THE MONKEY . MONKEY , little merry fellow , Thou art Nature's Punchinello ! Full of fun as Puck could be , Harlequin might learn of thee ! Look now at his odd grimaces ! Saw you ever such queer faces ? Now ...
James Stuart Laurie. Poetry . THE MONKEY . MONKEY , little merry fellow , Thou art Nature's Punchinello ! Full of fun as Puck could be , Harlequin might learn of thee ! Look now at his odd grimaces ! Saw you ever such queer faces ? Now ...
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... thou wast stern to me , And I have had my vengeance now ; White man ! farewell to thee ! " M'Lellan . LUCY GRAY . You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen ...
... thou wast stern to me , And I have had my vengeance now ; White man ! farewell to thee ! " M'Lellan . LUCY GRAY . You yet may spy the fawn at play , The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen ...
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... thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! Longfellow THE BROOK . I COME from haunts of coot and hern , I make a sudden sally ...
... thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! Longfellow THE BROOK . I COME from haunts of coot and hern , I make a sudden sally ...
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Page 199 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 208 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 201 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Page 118 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 203 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 201 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 207 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Page 104 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 205 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 202 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st...