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... Slow our Ship , Thomas Moore . The Ancient Mariner , Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charity , John Ruskin The Yellow Violet , William Cullen Bryant The Daisy , James Montgomery . Daffodils , William Wordsworth . The Death of the Flowers , Wm ...
... Slow our Ship , Thomas Moore . The Ancient Mariner , Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charity , John Ruskin The Yellow Violet , William Cullen Bryant The Daisy , James Montgomery . Daffodils , William Wordsworth . The Death of the Flowers , Wm ...
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... Slow and tired , came the hunters ; Stopped in darkness in the court . " Ho , this way , ye laggard hunters ! To the hall ! What sport ? What sport ? " Slow they entered with their Master ; In the hall they laid him down . On his coat ...
... Slow and tired , came the hunters ; Stopped in darkness in the court . " Ho , this way , ye laggard hunters ! To the hall ! What sport ? What sport ? " Slow they entered with their Master ; In the hall they laid him down . On his coat ...
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... slowly , one by one , And light at last upon a portrait there , - Wide - collared , raven - haired , " Yes , ' tis my son ! " " Where is he ? " " Ah , sir , he is dead - my boy ! Nigh ten long years ago — in ' sixty - three ; He's ...
... slowly , one by one , And light at last upon a portrait there , - Wide - collared , raven - haired , " Yes , ' tis my son ! " " Where is he ? " " Ah , sir , he is dead - my boy ! Nigh ten long years ago — in ' sixty - three ; He's ...
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... Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ! We carved not a line , we raised not a stone , But we left him alone with his glory . POCAHONTAS . WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY . Wearied arm and broken ...
... Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame fresh and gory ! We carved not a line , we raised not a stone , But we left him alone with his glory . POCAHONTAS . WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY . Wearied arm and broken ...
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... slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge , And hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks ...
... slow , Like a sexton ringing the village bell , When the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge , And hear the bellows roar , And catch the burning sparks ...
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Albatross ALFRED TENNYSON ancient Mariner bell beneath bird blew blood blow boat breast breath breeze cheer cold countree County Guy cried curse dark dead Death deck Doth dread dream dropt eyes face fell fiend flew flower galloped ghastly glittering green groan harbor-bar hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Herminius Hermit hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock King kirk land land of mist Lars Porsena Lartius Lights of London London Town looked Lord loud mast mist and snow moonlight morn never night o'er ocean Old Sword pray Quoth roar rock rose round sails shadow shore shout silent silent light sleep smile soul sound spake stars stood sweet thrice thunder towers of Rome turned Twas village wave weary weather White Ship WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind
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Page 61 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Page 55 - Whither, 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 93 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 79 - And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round. And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Page 92 - It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — Vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 98 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 48 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 29 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 45 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!