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... cries and shrieks , drew towards them a company of horsemen , which happened to be the sultan of Cashmeer and his attendants , who , as they were returning from hunting , happily for the princess of Bengal , passed through that part of ...
... cries and shrieks , drew towards them a company of horsemen , which happened to be the sultan of Cashmeer and his attendants , who , as they were returning from hunting , happily for the princess of Bengal , passed through that part of ...
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... cried out , and acquainted the king her father , and her mother , who thereupon came up in haste to the roof of the palace ; and the king , looking up into the sky , beheld the ebony horse soaring with them in the air . The king was ...
... cried out , and acquainted the king her father , and her mother , who thereupon came up in haste to the roof of the palace ; and the king , looking up into the sky , beheld the ebony horse soaring with them in the air . The king was ...
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... cries to me are music , And fill the sacred roundure of mine ears With tunes more sweet than moving of the spheres . Curse on ! on our celestial brows do sit Unnumber'd smiles , which then leap from their throne , When they see peasants ...
... cries to me are music , And fill the sacred roundure of mine ears With tunes more sweet than moving of the spheres . Curse on ! on our celestial brows do sit Unnumber'd smiles , which then leap from their throne , When they see peasants ...
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... cried the page . " I tidings bring , from Scotland's king , To Soulis of Hermitage . " He bids me tell that bloody warden , Oppressor of low and high , If ever again his lieges complain , The cruel Soulis shall die . " By traitorous ...
... cried the page . " I tidings bring , from Scotland's king , To Soulis of Hermitage . " He bids me tell that bloody warden , Oppressor of low and high , If ever again his lieges complain , The cruel Soulis shall die . " By traitorous ...
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... cried , Time is past , and made such a noise , that he hath waked you himself , methinks . At this , Friar Bacon was in such a rage , that he would have beaten his man , but he was restrained by Bungay ; but , nevertheless , for his ...
... cried , Time is past , and made such a noise , that he hath waked you himself , methinks . At this , Friar Bacon was in such a rage , that he would have beaten his man , but he was restrained by Bungay ; but , nevertheless , for his ...
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Abudah adventure African magician Ali Baba Alla ad Deen answered arrows asked Baba ballad beautiful began beheld bold brother brought caliph captain carried Cassim chest Chrimhild Count of Foix court cried daughter death Deen Deen's mother door eunuchs eyes father favour fear fell forest Fortunatus gave genie give gold grand vizier Gunter Haghen hand hath head hear heard heart heir of Linne Hindoo honour horse island jewels king Klaus knew lady lamp Little John looked lord majesty marriage master merchants Moonites Morgiana morning never night ordered Orthon outlaw palace Pancake Hill perceived present prince of Persia princess Buddir princess of Bengal quoth replied returned rich robbers Robin Hood ship Sinbad slaves soon stood story sultan Tasgi tell thee thine thou hast thought told took tree Valentine voyage wife wonderful wood words
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Сторінка 205 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Сторінка 180 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 205 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Сторінка 178 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 187 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Сторінка 183 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience ; kneel in prayer The while : Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Сторінка 82 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Сторінка 180 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; 80 Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Сторінка 179 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright ; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white ; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Сторінка 85 - Thus nightly revell'd to and fro ; And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Good-fellow.