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... head and crest , just one sharp ear bent back For my voice , and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence , ― ever that glance O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume ...
... head and crest , just one sharp ear bent back For my voice , and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence , ― ever that glance O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume ...
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... head ' twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good ...
... head ' twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good ...
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... head aches again , I've scratched it so , and all in vain . Oh for a trap , a trap , a trap ! " Just as he said this , what should hap At the chamber - door but a gentle tap ? " Bless us , " cried the Mayor , " what's that ? " ( With ...
... head aches again , I've scratched it so , and all in vain . Oh for a trap , a trap , a trap ! " Just as he said this , what should hap At the chamber - door but a gentle tap ? " Bless us , " cried the Mayor , " what's that ? " ( With ...
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Robert Browning Robert Morss Lovett. His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red , And he himself was tall and thin , With sharp blue eyes , each like a pin , And light loose hair , yet swarthy skin , No tuft ...
Robert Browning Robert Morss Lovett. His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red , And he himself was tall and thin , With sharp blue eyes , each like a pin , And light loose hair , yet swarthy skin , No tuft ...
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... Head - Cook's pottage , all he's rich in , For having left , in the Caliph's kitchen , Of a nest of scorpions no survivor : With him I proved no bargain - driver , With you , don't think I'll bate a stiver ! And folks who put me in a ...
... Head - Cook's pottage , all he's rich in , For having left , in the Caliph's kitchen , Of a nest of scorpions no survivor : With him I proved no bargain - driver , With you , don't think I'll bate a stiver ! And folks who put me in a ...
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6 ページ - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
154 ページ - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
126 ページ - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask " Do I live, am I dead?" There, leave me, there ! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death — ye wish it — God, ye wish it ! Stone...
17 ページ - There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering, Out came the children running : All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
119 ページ - THE LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver...
87 ページ - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while My heart seemed full as it could hold ? There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret : go to sleep ! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
126 ページ - Evil and brief hath been my pilgrimage. All lapis, all, sons! Else I give the Pope My villas: will ye ever eat my heart? Ever your eyes were as a lizard's quick, They glitter like your mother's for my soul...
145 ページ - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
14 ページ - And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling : And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers...
14 ページ - Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled ; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered ; And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling, And out of the houses the rats came tumbling : Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats...