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الصفحة 13
... thee still , As oft beyond thy curving side Its jetty tip is seen to glide ; Till , from thy centre starting fair , Thou sidelong rear'st , with rump in air , Erected stiff , and gait awry , Like madam in her tantrums high : Though ne ...
... thee still , As oft beyond thy curving side Its jetty tip is seen to glide ; Till , from thy centre starting fair , Thou sidelong rear'st , with rump in air , Erected stiff , and gait awry , Like madam in her tantrums high : Though ne ...
الصفحة 14
... thee lets fall The rounded cork , or paper ball , Nor chides thee on thy wicked watch , The ends of ravelled skein to catch , But lets thee have thy wayward will , Perplexing oft her sober skill . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless ...
... thee lets fall The rounded cork , or paper ball , Nor chides thee on thy wicked watch , The ends of ravelled skein to catch , But lets thee have thy wayward will , Perplexing oft her sober skill . Whence hast thou , then , thou witless ...
الصفحة 15
... thee of our love ; Still be thou deemed , by housewife fat , A comely , careful , mousing cat , Whose dish is , for the public good , Replenished oft with savoury food . Nor , when thy span of life is past , Be thou to pond or dunghill ...
... thee of our love ; Still be thou deemed , by housewife fat , A comely , careful , mousing cat , Whose dish is , for the public good , Replenished oft with savoury food . Nor , when thy span of life is past , Be thou to pond or dunghill ...
الصفحة 21
... thee - well ! ' Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper's light ; - Who will fill our vacant places ? Who will sing our songs to - night ? Through the mist that floats above us , Faintly sounds the vesper bell , Like a ...
... thee - well ! ' Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper's light ; - Who will fill our vacant places ? Who will sing our songs to - night ? Through the mist that floats above us , Faintly sounds the vesper bell , Like a ...
الصفحة 34
... agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ! But , oh ! a bless'd relief to those That , weary - laden , mourn ! " LORD BYRON . BORN 1788 . DIED 1824 . —0— 34 BURNS .
... agèd limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , fear thy blow , From pomp and pleasure torn ! But , oh ! a bless'd relief to those That , weary - laden , mourn ! " LORD BYRON . BORN 1788 . DIED 1824 . —0— 34 BURNS .
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Absalom agèd Alexander Selkirk Avès battle Battle of Minden beautiful beneath bird Black Prince blaze blood blow BORN bosom brave breast bright brow Bruce cheer child Cinque Ports cold cried Cromwell dark dead death deep desert DIED dream e'en earth England Eugene Aram ever-never eyes face fair farewell father fear fire gazed Gelert gentle grace grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill Horatius Isle King Robert knew land Lars Porsena light living living wall lonely looked Lord loud morn mother ne'er never Never-for night o'er plain poor pride Prince rage Rizpah roar rock Rome round shore sigh silent Sir John Moore smile snow sorrow soul sound Spanish West Indies steed stood stormy sweet Switzerland tears thee thou thought Twas village voice waves weary wild wind
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الصفحة 209 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in A sure and safe one, though thy master...
الصفحة 44 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
الصفحة 192 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
الصفحة 83 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of Heraldry, the pomp of Power, And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave, Await, alike, the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 133 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
الصفحة 77 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
الصفحة 41 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
الصفحة 95 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
الصفحة 78 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
الصفحة 166 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...