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... thought was in his brow , And his bosom ill at ease : So he leaned his head on his hands , and read The book between his knees . Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside ; For the peace of his soul he read that book 13.
... thought was in his brow , And his bosom ill at ease : So he leaned his head on his hands , and read The book between his knees . Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside ; For the peace of his soul he read that book 13.
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... thought that made ' All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave- Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up as soon As light was in the sky , And sought ...
... thought that made ' All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave- Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up as soon As light was in the sky , And sought ...
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... felt everything but calm repose ; I could not reckon minutes , hours , nor years , But rose at once , and bursting into tears ; But like a fool , confused , sat down again , And thought upon the past with shame and pain ; 32.
... felt everything but calm repose ; I could not reckon minutes , hours , nor years , But rose at once , and bursting into tears ; But like a fool , confused , sat down again , And thought upon the past with shame and pain ; 32.
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Henry Major. And thought upon the past with shame and pain ; I raved at war and all its horrid cost , And glory's quagmire ... thought , I had secured the window , and which C I preferred to any other kind of blind , because 33 Bloomfield.
Henry Major. And thought upon the past with shame and pain ; I raved at war and all its horrid cost , And glory's quagmire ... thought , I had secured the window , and which C I preferred to any other kind of blind , because 33 Bloomfield.
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... thought - but no , it cannot be ; Thou art so swift , yet easy curbed ; so gentle , yet so free : And yet if haply , when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should yearn , Can the hand which casts thee from it now command thee to return ...
... thought - but no , it cannot be ; Thou art so swift , yet easy curbed ; so gentle , yet so free : And yet if haply , when thou'rt gone , my lonely heart should yearn , Can the hand which casts thee from it now command thee to return ...
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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.