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... stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West , now South . Then up and spake an old sailor , Had sailed the Spanish Main , " I pray thee , put into yonder port , For I ...
... stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West , now South . Then up and spake an old sailor , Had sailed the Spanish Main , " I pray thee , put into yonder port , For I ...
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... stood aghast , To see the form of a maiden fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise ...
... stood aghast , To see the form of a maiden fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise ...
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... for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept -- and , turning homeward , cried , Lucy Gray ; or , Solitude .
... for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept -- and , turning homeward , cried , Lucy Gray ; or , Solitude .
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... stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered , " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " One touch to her hand , and one word in her ear , When they reached the hall - door ...
... stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered , " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " One touch to her hand , and one word in her ear , When they reached the hall - door ...
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... stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook his head , And with a natural sigh , " " Tis some poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often ...
... stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook his head , And with a natural sigh , " " Tis some poor fellow's skull , " said he , " Who fell in the great victory . " I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often ...
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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!