Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... head ; whose figure under this new ornament so charmed and struck his fol- lowers , that they threw down all their clubs , and formed a dance of welcome and congratulation round the author of so prized a favour . There was not one but ...
... head ; whose figure under this new ornament so charmed and struck his fol- lowers , that they threw down all their clubs , and formed a dance of welcome and congratulation round the author of so prized a favour . There was not one but ...
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... The disabled soldier , — for such he was , though dressed in a sailor's habit , - scratching his head , and leaning on his crutch , put him- self into an attitude to comply with my request , SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER . 53.
... The disabled soldier , — for such he was , though dressed in a sailor's habit , - scratching his head , and leaning on his crutch , put him- self into an attitude to comply with my request , SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER . 53.
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... head to fling my stick at it : -well , what will you have on't P - I killed the hare , and was bringing it away in triumph , when the justice himself met me . He called me a poacher and a villain ; and collaring 54 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER.
... head to fling my stick at it : -well , what will you have on't P - I killed the hare , and was bringing it away in triumph , when the justice himself met me . He called me a poacher and a villain ; and collaring 54 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER.
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... head , with a furious roar he rushed upon the vaquero . ( 1 ) The lazo , or lasso , is a thick rope made of tough hide and having a running noose at one end of it . ( 2 ) Wide trousers open down the outside seams , and fastened by a row ...
... head , with a furious roar he rushed upon the vaquero . ( 1 ) The lazo , or lasso , is a thick rope made of tough hide and having a running noose at one end of it . ( 2 ) Wide trousers open down the outside seams , and fastened by a row ...
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... head . After running for a hundred yards or so , the vaquero suddenly wheeled , and galloped out at right angles to his former course . Before the bull could turn himself , the rope again tightened with a jerk , and flung him upon his ...
... head . After running for a hundred yards or so , the vaquero suddenly wheeled , and galloped out at right angles to his former course . Before the bull could turn himself , the rope again tightened with a jerk , and flung him upon his ...
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Сторінка 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Сторінка 36 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; 'Speed...
Сторінка 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Сторінка 36 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Сторінка 226 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture of divine.
Сторінка 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Сторінка 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Сторінка 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Сторінка 227 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.