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Page 181 - The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose...
Page 201 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the Robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 17 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 241 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. All the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 201 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung, And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 181 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door...
Page 30 - All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind...