Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., 第 2 巻 |
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... lip , and so there was between the Serpent and the Philosopher , who enjoyed the joke amaz- ingly , and chuckled and rubbed his hands with all the glee in the world . At last , finding that he took nothing by his motion , the " spirited ...
... lip , and so there was between the Serpent and the Philosopher , who enjoyed the joke amaz- ingly , and chuckled and rubbed his hands with all the glee in the world . At last , finding that he took nothing by his motion , the " spirited ...
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... lips , and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , - " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While ...
... lips , and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , - " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While ...
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... lips of hers Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or ...
... lips of hers Oozing so clammily . Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb , Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or ...
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... lift up our voice . Give ear unto our song ; For we are wandering o'er our native land As sheep that have no shepherd ; and the hand Of wicked men is strong . Only to thee we bow : Our lips have drained THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT . 79.
... lift up our voice . Give ear unto our song ; For we are wandering o'er our native land As sheep that have no shepherd ; and the hand Of wicked men is strong . Only to thee we bow : Our lips have drained THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT . 79.
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Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. Only to thee we bow : Our lips have drained the fury of thy cup ; And the deep murmurs of our hearts go up To Heaven for vengeance now . Avenge , oh ! not our years Of pain and wrong , the blood of ...
Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. Only to thee we bow : Our lips have drained the fury of thy cup ; And the deep murmurs of our hearts go up To Heaven for vengeance now . Avenge , oh ! not our years Of pain and wrong , the blood of ...
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Abendali Allen-a-Dale Barbara bastinado began Boatswain bottle of oil bottoms brazier breath breeze brethren brothers cadi caliph called Captain's Cow CHARLES LAMB city of Buz court cushion Cynic danced dark dear door dream elder eldest eyes Faery Faery Queen father FREDERICK LOCKER fresh gale gone grass hand head heard heart heaved Heaven Jolly Planter knew Lady Clara Vere landing-place laughed lips Little Agib look Lord LORD BYRON MACKWORTH PRAED mend morning mother Netherby never night o'er old lady old woman once pale pan-bearers piece of money Pixies poor purse quoth Ravenscroft repaired Sally Brown seemed sequin SIR WALTER SCOTT smile Snake song soon Squills STANDARD PENNY READINGS stars stood Street sweet SWIFT & Co talented tears thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought told took tree turbans vale Vere de Vere vessels whereas whereupon wish wondered young Lochinvar
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66 ページ - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
69 ページ - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores I change, but I cannot die.
30 ページ - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
76 ページ - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
72 ページ - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, that host with their banners at sunset were seen ; like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, that host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
65 ページ - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
64 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
71 ページ - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
36 ページ - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All...
178 ページ - ... and bad blood bred ; even sometimes almost to the recommencement (so I expected) of actual hostilities. But my father, who scorned to insist upon advantages, generally contrived to turn the conversation upon some adroit by-commendation of the old Minster ; in the general preference of which, before all other cathedrals in the island, the dweller on the hill, and the plain-born, could meet on a conciliating level, and lay down their less important differences.