Enoch ArdenStrahan, 1869 - 178 من الصفحات |
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... With children ; first a daughter . In him woke , With his first babe's first cry , the noble wish To save all earnings to the uttermost , And give his child a better bringing - up Than his had been , or hers ; a wish ENOCH ARDEN . 5.
... With children ; first a daughter . In him woke , With his first babe's first cry , the noble wish To save all earnings to the uttermost , And give his child a better bringing - up Than his had been , or hers ; a wish ENOCH ARDEN . 5.
الصفحة 17
... give his babes a better bringing - up Than his had been , or yours : that was his wish . And if he come again , vext will he be To find the precious morning hours were lost . And it would vex him even in his grave , If he could know his ...
... give his babes a better bringing - up Than his had been , or yours : that was his wish . And if he come again , vext will he be To find the precious morning hours were lost . And it would vex him even in his grave , If he could know his ...
الصفحة 26
... Give her a month - she knew that she was bound- A month - no more . Then Philip with his eyes Full of that lifelong hunger , and his voice Shaking a little like a drunkard's hand , ' Take your own time , Annie , take your own time ...
... Give her a month - she knew that she was bound- A month - no more . Then Philip with his eyes Full of that lifelong hunger , and his voice Shaking a little like a drunkard's hand , ' Take your own time , Annie , take your own time ...
الصفحة 43
... give me strength Not to tell her , never to let her know . Help me not to break in upon her peace . My children too ! must I not speak to these ? They know me not . I should betray myself . Never no father's kiss for me — the girl So ...
... give me strength Not to tell her , never to let her know . Help me not to break in upon her peace . My children too ! must I not speak to these ? They know me not . I should betray myself . Never no father's kiss for me — the girl So ...
الصفحة 49
... give her this , for it may comfort her : It will moreover be a token to her , That I am he . ' He ceased ; and Miriam Lane Made such a voluble answer promising all , That once again he roll'd his eyes upon her Repeating all he wish'd ...
... give her this , for it may comfort her : It will moreover be a token to her , That I am he . ' He ceased ; and Miriam Lane Made such a voluble answer promising all , That once again he roll'd his eyes upon her Repeating all he wish'd ...
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Annie Annie Lee Annie's answer'd ask'd Averill babe beän blessing bore break broke call'd Cámulodúne Catullus cave child cliffs cried dark dawn dead dear death dream Edith Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face father fear fire fixt flower follow'd forgive girl golden gone hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hosanna ILIAD indolent reviewers isle kiss'd knaws knew Leolin Let me fly light little birdie little wife living lonely look'd Lord meä Miriam Lane morn mother never night o'er once open'd peace Philip pity Ringlet rolling rose round sail SEA-KINGS seem'd ship of fools silent Sir Aylmer sleep slipt spoke Squoire stars Stept stood sweet tears thee thine things Thornaby thou thought thro thunder turn'd vext voice walk'd waste watch'd weep wept whot wife Willy woke woman wood wyvern yaäle
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الصفحة 1 - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
الصفحة 174 - Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean Rings to the roar of an angel onset — Me rather all that bowery loneliness, / The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring, And bloom profuse and cedar arches Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palmwoods Whisper in odorous heights of even.
الصفحة 2 - By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses, Annie Lee, The prettiest little damsel in the port...
الصفحة 164 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
الصفحة 142 - The lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly...
الصفحة 73 - In darkness, and above them roar'd the pine. So Leolin went ; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
الصفحة 140 - Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man — So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, "Give me immortality.
الصفحة 42 - Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe, Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness. And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love, Then he, tho...
الصفحة 41 - Philip, the slighted suitor of old times, Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees; And o'er her second father stoopt a girl, A later but a loftier Annie Lee, Fair-hair'd and tall, and from...
الصفحة 142 - ... ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ' The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.