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Сторінка 182 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 31 - ... when they shall recreate their exhausted strength with abundant and untaxed food, the sweeter because it is no longer leavened with a sense of injustice.
Сторінка 270 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.
Сторінка 376 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Сторінка 14 - Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead.
Сторінка 182 - I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where ; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where...
Сторінка 182 - A SENSITIVE PLANT in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew. And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night.
Сторінка 198 - No criticism of trifles can leave in doubt the great distinction of her craftsmanship. Very certainly she must have made her reputation by this book, if it had not been already won."— Punch (London). MAY SINCLAIR'S THE DIVINE FIRE A story of a London poet. 13th printing. $1.50. " In all our new fiction I have found nothing worthy to compare with * The Divine Fire.
Сторінка 205 - ... is generous, tolerant, and ungrudging, then, instead of thinking the circle in which one lives inadequate, confined, and unsympathetic, one gets the best out of it, and sees the lovable side of ordinary human beings. Such friendships as these can evoke perhaps the best and simplest kind of loyalty. It is said that in countries where oxen are used for ploughing in double harness, there are touching instances of an ox pining away, and even dying, if he loses his accustomed yoke-fellow. There are...