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... Soon after , his child was found asleep under the cradle , and by its side the dead body of a wolf . The truth then flashed upon him that his faithful hound had B defended his child and slain the wolf . He was BETHGELERT . 17 Bethgelert,
... Soon after , his child was found asleep under the cradle , and by its side the dead body of a wolf . The truth then flashed upon him that his faithful hound had B defended his child and slain the wolf . He was BETHGELERT . 17 Bethgelert,
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mrs. William Thomas Greenup. defended his child and slain the wolf . He was so grieved at his own rash deed , that he buried his dog in the middle of a field , and raised a stone to its memory . The following lines , from the pen of the ...
mrs. William Thomas Greenup. defended his child and slain the wolf . He was so grieved at his own rash deed , that he buried his dog in the middle of a field , and raised a stone to its memory . The following lines , from the pen of the ...
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... slain To save Llewellyn's heir . Vain , vain was all Llewellyn's woe : ' Best of thy kind , adieu ! The frantic blow that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue . ' And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And ...
... slain To save Llewellyn's heir . Vain , vain was all Llewellyn's woe : ' Best of thy kind , adieu ! The frantic blow that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue . ' And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And ...
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... slain my work is done ! Whom have I slain ? Ye answer not- Thou too art mute , my son ! ' And thus his wild lament was poured Through the dark resounding night , And the battle knew no more his sword , Nor the foaming steed his might ...
... slain my work is done ! Whom have I slain ? Ye answer not- Thou too art mute , my son ! ' And thus his wild lament was poured Through the dark resounding night , And the battle knew no more his sword , Nor the foaming steed his might ...
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... slain . Hereward and a few of his companions escaped across the marshes , and hid themselves in the woods . An old tradition says that he and his men came across some Saxon fishermen who were about to dispose of their fish to some ...
... slain . Hereward and a few of his companions escaped across the marshes , and hid themselves in the woods . An old tradition says that he and his men came across some Saxon fishermen who were about to dispose of their fish to some ...
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Сторінка 207 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 228 - I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 51 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Сторінка 210 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.
Сторінка 76 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Сторінка 267 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Сторінка 244 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Сторінка 209 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Сторінка 287 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Сторінка 211 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life — not one who had lived and suffered death.