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... Dear . The Angels ' Whisper . The Low - backed Car . MACAULAY , THOMAS BABINGTON , LORD . ( 1800-1859 . ) Ivry , A Song of the Huguenots . PAGE • 177 179 181 183 · 184 • 185 186 • 187 • 188 • 189 · 190 • 192 193 195 • 196 • 197 198 200 ...
... Dear . The Angels ' Whisper . The Low - backed Car . MACAULAY , THOMAS BABINGTON , LORD . ( 1800-1859 . ) Ivry , A Song of the Huguenots . PAGE • 177 179 181 183 · 184 • 185 186 • 187 • 188 • 189 · 190 • 192 193 195 • 196 • 197 198 200 ...
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... dear , Her special maids of honour ; Fib and Tib and Pink and Pin , Tick and Quick and Jill and Fin , Tit and Nit and Wap and Win , The train that wait upon her . Upon a grasshopper they got , And what with amble and with trot , For ...
... dear , Her special maids of honour ; Fib and Tib and Pink and Pin , Tick and Quick and Jill and Fin , Tit and Nit and Wap and Win , The train that wait upon her . Upon a grasshopper they got , And what with amble and with trot , For ...
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... dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save . Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus ; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams wiih wily glance , Rise , rise , and heave thy rosy head ...
... dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save . Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus ; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams wiih wily glance , Rise , rise , and heave thy rosy head ...
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... dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distressed , Through the force , and through the wile , Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabrina , - Shepherd , ' tis my office best To help ensnared chastity ...
... dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distressed , Through the force , and through the wile , Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabrina , - Shepherd , ' tis my office best To help ensnared chastity ...
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... dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun : I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life shall run . And fare thee weel , my only luve ! And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again , my luve , Tho ' it were ten ...
... dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun : I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life shall run . And fare thee weel , my only luve ! And fare thee weel awhile ! And I will come again , my luve , Tho ' it were ten ...
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Allen-a-Dale baby Bell beneath bird bloom blow blue Bob-o'-link bold bonnie bough brave bright Charlie charming Chloe chee child County Guy darling dear earth eyes fair flowers Glenara Glenlogie golden gray green hair hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock John JOHN KEATS kiss ladies gay Lamb laugh leaves light Lord Lovel LORD TENNYSON loud merry moon morning mother mountain Neckan nest never night Nokomis o'er Peggy pipe quoth ROBERT BURNS Robin rode Rory rose round SAMUEL LOVER SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Scottish cavalier shine sings SIR WALTER SCOTT sits sleep smile song sound Spink squirrel steed summer sweet tear thee thing THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tree twas voice waves weep wild WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods young
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Page 60 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 177 - 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 265 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 75 - TOLL for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was over-set ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 158 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills. Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 279 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 159 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 5 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 72 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; 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...
Page 252 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.