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... thought ( as well she might ) that Lysander was making a jest of her . " Oh ! " said she , " why was I born to be mocked and scorned by every one ? Is it not enough , is it not enough , young man , that I can never get a sweet look or a ...
... thought ( as well she might ) that Lysander was making a jest of her . " Oh ! " said she , " why was I born to be mocked and scorned by every one ? Is it not enough , is it not enough , young man , that I can never get a sweet look or a ...
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... thought of me . And then all the maids of Islington , Went forth to sport and play , All but the bailiff's daughter dear- She secretly stole away . She pulled off her gown of green , And put on ragged attire , And to fair London she ...
... thought of me . And then all the maids of Islington , Went forth to sport and play , All but the bailiff's daughter dear- She secretly stole away . She pulled off her gown of green , And put on ragged attire , And to fair London she ...
Side 24
... thought that , if he were a bee , heaps of treasures would not suffice to make him gay and happy ; and that it must be much more delightful and glorious to float about in the free and fresh breezes of spring , and to hum joyfully in the ...
... thought that , if he were a bee , heaps of treasures would not suffice to make him gay and happy ; and that it must be much more delightful and glorious to float about in the free and fresh breezes of spring , and to hum joyfully in the ...
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... thought over what he had heard , and pressed his chin down into the pillow , fancying that he , too , had a long beard , and that it had grown into the bed . But the old grandfather still sat at his work , carving the Danish coat - of ...
... thought over what he had heard , and pressed his chin down into the pillow , fancying that he , too , had a long beard , and that it had grown into the bed . But the old grandfather still sat at his work , carving the Danish coat - of ...
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... thought that , as he was alone , it would not be prudent to enter into a dispute with four persons . So he went up to the philosopher and said to him , " Good day , sir . In your capacity of philosopher , you are the sustainer of our ...
... thought that , as he was alone , it would not be prudent to enter into a dispute with four persons . So he went up to the philosopher and said to him , " Good day , sir . In your capacity of philosopher , you are the sustainer of our ...
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Side 62 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 112 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Side 208 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 75 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Side 116 - Why, this bond is forfeit ; And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off Nearest the merchant's heart : Be merciful ; Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond.
Side 115 - 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.
Side 40 - 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!
Side 287 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Side 57 - our Mayor's a noddy And as for our Corporation — shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!
Side 208 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.