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... round the kingdom and see them , but they can write to us at any time at the cost of a penny . Now there is one subject in which , more than all others , young scholars do not excel . It is writing short essays , or letters , to their ...
... round the kingdom and see them , but they can write to us at any time at the cost of a penny . Now there is one subject in which , more than all others , young scholars do not excel . It is writing short essays , or letters , to their ...
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... round the palace , and it soon became so high that no one could see the castle towers . The people said that a castle lay beyond these brambles , and that an enchanted princess was asleep in it , and several king's sons tried to break ...
... round the palace , and it soon became so high that no one could see the castle towers . The people said that a castle lay beyond these brambles , and that an enchanted princess was asleep in it , and several king's sons tried to break ...
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... round Bishop Hatto's door , For he had a plentiful last year's store ; And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnished well . At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day To quiet the poor without delay ; He bade them to his ...
... round Bishop Hatto's door , For he had a plentiful last year's store ; And all the neighbourhood could tell His granaries were furnished well . At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day To quiet the poor without delay ; He bade them to his ...
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... round is obliged to me For ridding it , in these times forlorn , Of rats that only consume the corn . " So then to his palace returnèd he , And he sat down to supper merrily ; And he slept that night like an innocent man , But the ...
... round is obliged to me For ridding it , in these times forlorn , Of rats that only consume the corn . " So then to his palace returnèd he , And he sat down to supper merrily ; And he slept that night like an innocent man , But the ...
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... round about her to find out some looking - glass in the room , that might represent before her in full length the idol which she worshipped . She had prevailed on her mamma to send out cards of invita- tion to her little friends , that ...
... round about her to find out some looking - glass in the room , that might represent before her in full length the idol which she worshipped . She had prevailed on her mamma to send out cards of invita- tion to her little friends , that ...
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Popular passages
Page 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i