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Page 59 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 185 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Page 133 - That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
Page 80 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Page 108 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Page 139 - ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS. ENOCH ARDEN. ONG 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.
Page 42 - A TOUCH, a kiss ! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks ; A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.
Page 46 - So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair.