Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volume 6Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1905 |
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... fair , Among the stakes on Dee . They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel , crawling foam , The cruel , hungry foam , To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o ...
... fair , Among the stakes on Dee . They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel , crawling foam , The cruel , hungry foam , To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o ...
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... fair ; But for all the odds agin you , Fuzzy - Wuz , you bruk the square . ' E ' asn't got no papers of ' is own , ' E ' asn't got no medals nor rewards , So we must certify the skill ' e's shown In usin ' of ' is long two - ' anded ...
... fair ; But for all the odds agin you , Fuzzy - Wuz , you bruk the square . ' E ' asn't got no papers of ' is own , ' E ' asn't got no medals nor rewards , So we must certify the skill ' e's shown In usin ' of ' is long two - ' anded ...
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... fair The tiniest bird has no alarms . Sons of the rock , no mortal hand Here planted us : God - sown we grew . We are the diadem green and grand On Eden's summit that He threw . When waters in a deluge rose , Our hollow flanks 77 ...
... fair The tiniest bird has no alarms . Sons of the rock , no mortal hand Here planted us : God - sown we grew . We are the diadem green and grand On Eden's summit that He threw . When waters in a deluge rose , Our hollow flanks 77 ...
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... fair Alice W - n ; and , as much as children could understand , I explained to them what coyness , and difficulty , and denial meant in maidens , when suddenly , turning to Alice , the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes ...
... fair Alice W - n ; and , as much as children could understand , I explained to them what coyness , and difficulty , and denial meant in maidens , when suddenly , turning to Alice , the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes ...
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... fair sepulcher in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure , and for such a tomb might be content to die . He is the best of sapors . Pineapple is great . She is indeed almost too transcendent - a delight , if not sinful , yet so ...
... fair sepulcher in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure , and for such a tomb might be content to die . He is the best of sapors . Pineapple is great . She is indeed almost too transcendent - a delight , if not sinful , yet so ...
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Page 278 - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast ; And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Page 177 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 140 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 280 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Page 165 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Page 154 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 286 - Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse...
Page 281 - To walk the studious cloister's pale And love the high-embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof And storied windows richly dight Casting a dim religious light: There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 314 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 166 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.