Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Bind 1 |
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Side xiii
... head from crazing , and the heart from breaking ; nay , not to be too grave , how generous mental food can even atone for a meagre diet ; rich fare on the paper , for short commons on the cloth . " Having thus stated my opinion as to ...
... head from crazing , and the heart from breaking ; nay , not to be too grave , how generous mental food can even atone for a meagre diet ; rich fare on the paper , for short commons on the cloth . " Having thus stated my opinion as to ...
Side 3
... some bluff river headland its spray . 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 B 2 FROM GHENT TO AIX . 3.
... some bluff river headland its spray . 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 B 2 FROM GHENT TO AIX . 3.
Side 6
... head ' twixt my knees and the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good ...
... head ' twixt my knees and the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good ...
Side 18
... head you split- My fiddle cannot hear himself a bit , When I do play— You have no bis'ness in a place so still ! Can you not come another day ? " Says he " I will . " " No - no - you scream and bawl ! You must not come at all ! You have ...
... head you split- My fiddle cannot hear himself a bit , When I do play— You have no bis'ness in a place so still ! Can you not come another day ? " Says he " I will . " " No - no - you scream and bawl ! You must not come at all ! You have ...
Side 52
... head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many ORRY THE DANE THE FURLOUGH WE ARE SEVEN.
... head . She had a rustic , woodland air , And she was wildly clad : Her eyes were fair , and very fair ; -Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little Maid , How many ORRY THE DANE THE FURLOUGH WE ARE SEVEN.
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abbey Abbot of Aberbrothok afore Alice the nurse armëd bailiff blackberry boys Bo-bo bright brimming river brook burnt pig carriage church-yard Clerk coach coachman cottage dead dear death delight door eyes fair father fear fellow Foreman galloped Genevieve GHENT gone green Gunpowder Plot hand hath head hear heart heaven Ho-ti honour HOOD horse Humphrey Inchcape Bell Inchcape Rock jaundice join the brimming Joris Katie knew Miss Norman Lady Clare listened little Maid look Lord Ronald loud love or money Ma'am Massa master mother never night Number o'er Orry the Dane Penny Readings Phantasmagorias Pompey poor Mary postilion praised purtected replied right and tight rose round sing Sir Ralph Sir Vincent sorrow sound stand stept Sticker stirrup stood sweet Thady There's thing thou Twas viewed Master village village maid Vincent Ball voice William dear wind window wish'd young
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Side 2 - 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.
Side 82 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Side 5 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Side 2 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Side 52 - I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering look'd at me.
Side 23 - What could it proceed from? Not from the burnt cottage: he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip.
Side 95 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 94 - 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 so divine.
Side 22 - Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation,- as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs.
Side 90 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.