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... the swain is happier than his monarch , from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it , and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ; and shower down thy mitres if it.
... the swain is happier than his monarch , from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it , and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ; and shower down thy mitres if it.
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... give me aught . " So they said to her , " Give him . " And when she heard their words , she gave him the purse ; and he went forth fleeing from them . Therefore when he had wearied them by the length of his absence , they came to the ...
... give me aught . " So they said to her , " Give him . " And when she heard their words , she gave him the purse ; and he went forth fleeing from them . Therefore when he had wearied them by the length of his absence , they came to the ...
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... give the comb . " She replied , " He did not mention to me a comb . " And they seized her and took her up to the judge , and when they had presented themselves before him , they stated to him the case ; whereupon he bound the keeper to ...
... give the comb . " She replied , " He did not mention to me a comb . " And they seized her and took her up to the judge , and when they had presented themselves before him , they stated to him the case ; whereupon he bound the keeper to ...
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... gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin ! You hope , because you'r old and obese , To find in the furry civic robe ease ! Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking 22.
... gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin ! You hope , because you'r old and obese , To find in the furry civic robe ease ! Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking 22.
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Henry Major. Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking , Or , sure as fate , we'll send you packing . " At this the mayor and corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation . An hour they sat in ...
Henry Major. Rouse up , sirs ! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking , Or , sure as fate , we'll send you packing . " At this the mayor and corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation . An hour they sat in ...
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Seite 101 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Seite 100 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Seite 100 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 42 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, at last it flew away. Then might all people well discern the bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, as hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out,
Seite 24 - And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad, and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.
Seite 74 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 27 - Once more he stept into the street; And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane ; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air), 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.
Seite 84 - THE stately homes of England, How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England — Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Seite 40 - Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad.
Seite 18 - As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there: And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare! "Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep: Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.