The New Rugbeian, المجلد 11859 |
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... Song of Cabs 137 Song of the Bell 84 Sortes Editorianæ 293 Sympathy 100 Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 INDEX . 301.
... Song of Cabs 137 Song of the Bell 84 Sortes Editorianæ 293 Sympathy 100 Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 INDEX . 301.
الصفحة 30
... song Heavenward it seems to float . ' Tis the sterner breeze That sinks the leaking bark , and bears the sound ; God with us ! Softer shall that voice rebound , And after strife comes ease ! " OURSELVES . " σε παπαιάξ , ὡς καλον ...
... song Heavenward it seems to float . ' Tis the sterner breeze That sinks the leaking bark , and bears the sound ; God with us ! Softer shall that voice rebound , And after strife comes ease ! " OURSELVES . " σε παπαιάξ , ὡς καλον ...
الصفحة 72
... songs were ever trolled , But " Framers of the cunning lays , " and " Bribery fig - soled . " Yet , though then such blooming garlands of renown were showered upon him , Now you see his piteous drivelling , and you take no pity on him ...
... songs were ever trolled , But " Framers of the cunning lays , " and " Bribery fig - soled . " Yet , though then such blooming garlands of renown were showered upon him , Now you see his piteous drivelling , and you take no pity on him ...
الصفحة 84
... SONG OF THE BELL . With hair dishevelled and waste , With eyelids heavy and red , A Fellow rises at early morn From his warm and cosy bed . Splash ! Splash ! Splash ! Through dirt and cows 84 THE SONG OF THE BELL .
... SONG OF THE BELL . With hair dishevelled and waste , With eyelids heavy and red , A Fellow rises at early morn From his warm and cosy bed . Splash ! Splash ! Splash ! Through dirt and cows 84 THE SONG OF THE BELL .
الصفحة 85
... to foretell by the dismal sight The depth of the mud out of doors . Oh ! but to feel the feel Of the blankets around me again , With the curtains about my head , And nothing to think of the rain . For only THE SONG OF THE BELL . 85.
... to foretell by the dismal sight The depth of the mud out of doors . Oh ! but to feel the feel Of the blankets around me again , With the curtains about my head , And nothing to think of the rain . For only THE SONG OF THE BELL . 85.
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 156 - Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old ? prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds?
الصفحة 150 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
الصفحة 225 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 254 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
الصفحة 195 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
الصفحة 18 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
الصفحة 148 - Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting, With his mighty bow of ash-tree, With his quiver full of arrows, With his mittens, Minjekahwun, Into the vast and vacant forest On his snow-shoes strode he forward. "Gitche Manito, the Mighty!
الصفحة 220 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord, with manly strength...
الصفحة 253 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
الصفحة 220 - T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th