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... hour and hadn't nothin ' struck , When Bill he threw his cap up and hollered , " Boys , here's luck ! By gosh ! but he's a whopper - just see the fellah's stride ! " And sure enough he'd collared a moose - step six foot wide . Deep ...
... hour and hadn't nothin ' struck , When Bill he threw his cap up and hollered , " Boys , here's luck ! By gosh ! but he's a whopper - just see the fellah's stride ! " And sure enough he'd collared a moose - step six foot wide . Deep ...
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... hour We'll reach thy bridal bower . " " Say on , where is our bridal hall ? Where , how the nuptial bower ? " " Far , far from here ! Still , cool , and small , Where storms do never lower . " " Hast room for me ? " " For me and thee ...
... hour We'll reach thy bridal bower . " " Say on , where is our bridal hall ? Where , how the nuptial bower ? " " Far , far from here ! Still , cool , and small , Where storms do never lower . " " Hast room for me ? " " For me and thee ...
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... had When her thoughtless heart was glad ; Sang because she sang alone , Sang because her soul had grown Weary with the tedious day , Sang to while the hours away : The play- Price of " Rock of Ages , cleft for me , Let 26 WERNER'S READINGS.
... had When her thoughtless heart was glad ; Sang because she sang alone , Sang because her soul had grown Weary with the tedious day , Sang to while the hours away : The play- Price of " Rock of Ages , cleft for me , Let 26 WERNER'S READINGS.
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... , passed his comb through my eyebrows once more , and gaily sung out , " Next ! " This barber died of apoplexy two hours later . I am going to attend his funeral . THE PICKANINNY . THE pickaninny was alone in bed . AND RECITATIONS . 31.
... , passed his comb through my eyebrows once more , and gaily sung out , " Next ! " This barber died of apoplexy two hours later . I am going to attend his funeral . THE PICKANINNY . THE pickaninny was alone in bed . AND RECITATIONS . 31.
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... hours I owe of pleasure To that tree ! Ne'er was love more sacred surely Than that love of ours , And our young lips met as purely As two kissing flowers . Oh ! what plans we then created Of the happier 52 WERNER'S READINGS.
... hours I owe of pleasure To that tree ! Ne'er was love more sacred surely Than that love of ours , And our young lips met as purely As two kissing flowers . Oh ! what plans we then created Of the happier 52 WERNER'S READINGS.
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Page 110 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 110 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun.
Page 111 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 137 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
Page 158 - We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best. So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded rein, My broidered saddle and saddlecloth, and silver stirrups twain." The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end, "Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend ? " "A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb.
Page 158 - Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "Do good to bird and beast, But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast. If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away, Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more than a thief could pay. They will feed their horse on the standing crop, their men on the garnered grain, The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain. But if thou thinkest the price be fair, — thy brethren wait to sup.
Page 110 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 156 - And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride: He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away. Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides : 'Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides?
Page 160 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat ; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho...
Page 158 - May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath; What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?' Lightly answered the Colonel's son: 'I hold by the blood of my clan: Take up the mare for my father's gift - by God, she has carried a man!' The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast; 'We be two strong men/ said Kamal then, 'but she loveth the younger best.