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... DREAM . W. W. Story EUGENE ARAM ( condensed ) . Hood . MOTHER HUBBARD SERMON . Anon . AT MIDNIGHT . Edgar Fawcett . BURGLAR BILL . London Punch . THE CATARACT OF LODORE . Southey .. IT NEVER COMES AGAIN . R. H. Stoddard • • THE RELIEF ...
... DREAM . W. W. Story EUGENE ARAM ( condensed ) . Hood . MOTHER HUBBARD SERMON . Anon . AT MIDNIGHT . Edgar Fawcett . BURGLAR BILL . London Punch . THE CATARACT OF LODORE . Southey .. IT NEVER COMES AGAIN . R. H. Stoddard • • THE RELIEF ...
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... dream his little wife that was to be is so near . Dear Frankie ! Will he be glad to see me ? or has he formed new ties , and forgotten the love of his boyhood ? How heart - broken we were , George Riddle's Readings . 13.
... dream his little wife that was to be is so near . Dear Frankie ! Will he be glad to see me ? or has he formed new ties , and forgotten the love of his boyhood ? How heart - broken we were , George Riddle's Readings . 13.
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... ! He's laid his mouth below her chin , Horror ! That throat he kissed below the chin No breath thereafter entered in : Horror , horror ! CLEOPATRA'S DREAM . W. W. STORY . Here , Charmian George Riddle's Readings . 143.
... ! He's laid his mouth below her chin , Horror ! That throat he kissed below the chin No breath thereafter entered in : Horror , horror ! CLEOPATRA'S DREAM . W. W. STORY . Here , Charmian George Riddle's Readings . 143.
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George Riddle. CLEOPATRA'S DREAM . W. W. STORY . Here , Charmian , take my bracelets ; They bar with a purple stain My arms . Turn over my pillows- They are hot where I have lain ; Open the lattice wider ; A gauze on my bosom throw , And ...
George Riddle. CLEOPATRA'S DREAM . W. W. STORY . Here , Charmian , take my bracelets ; They bar with a purple stain My arms . Turn over my pillows- They are hot where I have lain ; Open the lattice wider ; A gauze on my bosom throw , And ...
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... dream that has vanished , And the slumbering afternoon . There , drowsing in golden sunlight , Loiters the low , smooth Nile , Through slender papyri , that cover The sleeping crocodile ; The lotus lolls on the water , And opens its ...
... dream that has vanished , And the slumbering afternoon . There , drowsing in golden sunlight , Loiters the low , smooth Nile , Through slender papyri , that cover The sleeping crocodile ; The lotus lolls on the water , And opens its ...
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Page 177 - 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 196 - My plans That soar, to earth may fall. Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall " — Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping ; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound.
Page 180 - All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
Page 154 - Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Page 179 - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
Page 155 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Page 181 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Page 153 - Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took, — Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook, — And, lo! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book.
Page 197 - The Marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him ! " The chief's eye flashed ; his plans Soared up again like fire.
Page 155 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice, — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...