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... never home came she , " prepared for the catastrophe which was admirably worked up to by the crescendo in the next verse , and the lament in the last one ending on a soft low note was very touching . The song which an encore extracted ...
... never home came she , " prepared for the catastrophe which was admirably worked up to by the crescendo in the next verse , and the lament in the last one ending on a soft low note was very touching . The song which an encore extracted ...
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... never found the change so appropriate to the subject as here . Nothing could more effectually represent the free lawless life of the Borderer . The choir seemed to feel the inspiration of the music , and if there is a fault to be found ...
... never found the change so appropriate to the subject as here . Nothing could more effectually represent the free lawless life of the Borderer . The choir seemed to feel the inspiration of the music , and if there is a fault to be found ...
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... never likely that I shall play football again , and it is under these circumstances that I have ventured to ask you to publish this letter , which is written , as I most sincerely believe , in the best interest of all those concerned in ...
... never likely that I shall play football again , and it is under these circumstances that I have ventured to ask you to publish this letter , which is written , as I most sincerely believe , in the best interest of all those concerned in ...
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... never likely that I shall play football again , and it is under these circumstances that I have ventured to ask you to publish this letter , which is written , as I most sincerely believe , in the best interest of all those concerned in ...
... never likely that I shall play football again , and it is under these circumstances that I have ventured to ask you to publish this letter , which is written , as I most sincerely believe , in the best interest of all those concerned in ...
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... never any great superfluity of time for working at the prizes , and it is not pleasant to waste any of the time that does remain . Moreover , I usually find that my bookseller makes some muddle or other in the ordering of the books . I ...
... never any great superfluity of time for working at the prizes , and it is not pleasant to waste any of the time that does remain . Moreover , I usually find that my bookseller makes some muddle or other in the ordering of the books . I ...
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Ashfield Baker's ball batting Bere bowler bowling BOWLING ANALYSIS Browning Buchanan Buckland Bucknall Bull Capt Captain Champneys Chappel Clifton Club collared Committee Corps Cotton House cricket Davies DEAR SIR,-I dribbling Dundas E. F. Benson E. K. Chambers Editor field Firth Fletcher football Ford's goal Gould's ground H. C. Bett Hart-Smith's Harvey Hayhurst hope Horner's House Matches Houseman interest J. P. Cheales Kaye Keble College Keeling kicked Kitcat latter Lazenby lecture Lieut Littlefield Maltese Cross Marlborough boys Marlborough College Martyn Master Meyrick Meyrick-Jones Nockolds Nomads notice Old Marlburians opponents Oxford passed Penny Reading players poetry Poynton present Preshute Preston Prize race Racquet Risley Robertson Rugby Rugby Union Saturday School score seemed Sergt side soon squash success T. R. Sale tries Trinity College victory Way's wicket-keeper wickets Windeler yards
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Сторінка 140 - LOST LEADER. Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote...
Сторінка 140 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough. In England — now...
Сторінка 61 - ... I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember...
Сторінка 140 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture...
Сторінка 116 - I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
Сторінка 44 - ... Thine enemy is none the worse : At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend : Honour thy parents; that is, all From whom advancement may befall : Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive Officiously to keep alive : Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it : Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When it's so lucrative to cheat: Bear not false witness; let the lie Have time on its own wings to fly : Thou shalt not covet; but tradition Approves all forms of...
Сторінка 114 - I will tell you what you shall find at your first entrance. Imprimis, as soon as you have entered the vestibule, if you cast a look on either side of you, you shall see on the right hand a box of my making. It is the box in which have been lodged all my hares, and in which lodges Puss at present.
Сторінка 152 - ... scutcheon, a rent in your garment, a death's head at your banquet, Agathocle's pot, a Mordecai in your gate, a Lazarus at your door, a lion in your path, a frog in your chamber, a fly in your ointment, a mote in your eye, a triumph to your enemy, an apology to your friends, the one thing not needful, the hail in harvest, the ounce of sour in a pound of sweet.
Сторінка 114 - But he, poor fellow, is worn out with age, and promises to die before you can see him. On the right hand, stands a cupboard, the work of the same author; it was once a dove-cage, but I transformed it. Opposite to you stands a table, which I also made. But a merciless servant having scrubbed it...
Сторінка 116 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood...