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الصفحة 231 - Keyne," quoth the Cornish-man, "many a time Drank of this crystal well; And before the angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. "If the husband of this gifted well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life. "But if the wife should drink of it first, — God help the husband then!" The stranger stoopt to the well of St. Keyne, And drank of the water again. "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?
الصفحة 15 - Below a circling fence its leaves are seen, Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle, through their prickly round, Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.
الصفحة 227 - Father William replied, I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might need them at last. You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
الصفحة 16 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
الصفحة 92 - They eat Their daily bread, and draw the breath of heaven Without or thought or thanks ; heaven's roof to them Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, No more, that lights them to their purposes. They wander "loose about," they nothing see, Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save.
الصفحة 16 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
الصفحة 12 - Behind, and before, and on either side, He look'd, but nobody he espied ; And the bishop at that grew cold with fear, For he heard the words distinct and clear. And when he...
الصفحة 229 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind doth an ash-tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below.