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... never yet saw a valley , however deep , or a cliff , however high , which had not been scooped out by water ; and even the mountain - tops which stand up miles aloft , in jagged peaks and pin- nacles against the sky , were cut out at ...
... never yet saw a valley , however deep , or a cliff , however high , which had not been scooped out by water ; and even the mountain - tops which stand up miles aloft , in jagged peaks and pin- nacles against the sky , were cut out at ...
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... never tell . When you lie , it may be , on a painful sick - bed , but with your mother's hand in yours ; when you sit by her , looking up into her loving eyes ; when you gaze out towards the setting sun , and fancy golden capes and ...
... never tell . When you lie , it may be , on a painful sick - bed , but with your mother's hand in yours ; when you sit by her , looking up into her loving eyes ; when you gaze out towards the setting sun , and fancy golden capes and ...
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... Never leave that till to - morrow which you can do to - day . Vessels large may venture more , but little boats should keep near shore . There never was a good war or a bad peace . NIGHT . How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills ...
... Never leave that till to - morrow which you can do to - day . Vessels large may venture more , but little boats should keep near shore . There never was a good war or a bad peace . NIGHT . How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills ...
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... never empty on Sundays , and you could see them taking walks together in the pleasant evenings as if they were everything to each other . But Charlie had always been a favourite with the young men of the place , some of whom were no ...
... never empty on Sundays , and you could see them taking walks together in the pleasant evenings as if they were everything to each other . But Charlie had always been a favourite with the young men of the place , some of whom were no ...
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... never tasted strong drink , she would not have been a fatherless and motherless orphan . Never let a drop of it within your lips , and then you will be safe . name ? QUESTIONS . - Who was Mary Green ? What was her child's name ? family ...
... never tasted strong drink , she would not have been a fatherless and motherless orphan . Never let a drop of it within your lips , and then you will be safe . name ? QUESTIONS . - Who was Mary Green ? What was her child's name ? family ...
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Сторінка 127 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Сторінка 195 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling; Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering; And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering Out came the children running; All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
Сторінка 119 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Сторінка 194 - Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Сторінка 29 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...
Сторінка 63 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Сторінка 208 - A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Сторінка 194 - Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a...
Сторінка 193 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
Сторінка 162 - SOME murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night.