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... thee wrong , As , darkly seen against the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a ...
... thee wrong , As , darkly seen against the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a ...
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... thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds through the glen , Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den , Thou ...
... thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . Thou stock - dove whose echo resounds through the glen , Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den , Thou ...
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... thee , and heard thee , and known . THE ARCHERY CONTEST BY SIR WALTER SCOTT Ivanhoe , from SIR WALTER SCOTT 47.
... thee , and heard thee , and known . THE ARCHERY CONTEST BY SIR WALTER SCOTT Ivanhoe , from SIR WALTER SCOTT 47.
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... thee . - If thou dost beat this braggart , Hubert , I will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee . " " A man can do but his best , " answered Hubert ; " but my grandsire drew a good long - bow at Hastings , and I trust not to ...
... thee . - If thou dost beat this braggart , Hubert , I will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee . " " A man can do but his best , " answered Hubert ; " but my grandsire drew a good long - bow at Hastings , and I trust not to ...
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... thee , thou art worthy of the gallows ! " Hubert had but one set speech for all occasions . " An your highness were to hang me , " he said , " a man can but do his best . Nevertheless , my grandsire drew a good bow- " " The foul fiend ...
... thee , thou art worthy of the gallows ! " Hubert had but one set speech for all occasions . " An your highness were to hang me , " he said , " a man can but do his best . Nevertheless , my grandsire drew a good bow- " " The foul fiend ...
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Page 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Page 31 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Page 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
Page 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Page 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.