Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Bind 2 |
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Side 28
... Hall , Among bride's - men , and kinsmen , and brothers , and all : Then spoke the bride's father , his hand on his sword , ( For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word , ) in " O come ye in peace here , or 28 LOCHINVAR .
... Hall , Among bride's - men , and kinsmen , and brothers , and all : Then spoke the bride's father , his hand on his sword , ( For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word , ) in " O come ye in peace here , or 28 LOCHINVAR .
Side 30
... face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret , and her father did fume , And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whisper'd , “ Twere better 30 LOCHINVAR .
... face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret , and her father did fume , And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whisper'd , “ Twere better 30 LOCHINVAR .
Side 34
... father beneath them was laid : I wish to believe , -I will take it on trust , That father knew all that they said . My own , you are five , very nearly the age Of that poor little fatherless child : And some day a true - love your heart ...
... father beneath them was laid : I wish to believe , -I will take it on trust , That father knew all that they said . My own , you are five , very nearly the age Of that poor little fatherless child : And some day a true - love your heart ...
Side 35
... of us . And while you are smiling , your father will smile Such a dear little daughter to have , But mind , -O yes , mind you are happy the while- I wish you to visit my Grave . THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . " Drown'd ! drown'd ! D 2 A WISH . 35.
... of us . And while you are smiling , your father will smile Such a dear little daughter to have , But mind , -O yes , mind you are happy the while- I wish you to visit my Grave . THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS . " Drown'd ! drown'd ! D 2 A WISH . 35.
Side 38
... father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still , and a nearer one Yet , than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the 38 THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS .
... father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still , and a nearer one Yet , than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the 38 THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS .
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Abendali Allen-a-Dale Barbara bastinado began Boatswain bottle of oil bottoms brazier breath breeze brethren brothers cadi caliph called Captain's Cow CHARLES LAMB city of Buz court cushion Cynic danced dark dear door dream elder eldest eyes Faery Faery Queen father FREDERICK LOCKER fresh gale gone grass hand head heard heart heaved Heaven Jolly Planter knew Lady Clara Vere landing-place laughed lips Little Agib look Lord LORD BYRON MACKWORTH PRAED mend morning mother Netherby never night o'er old lady old woman once pale pan-bearers piece of money Pixies poor purse quoth Ravenscroft repaired Sally Brown seemed sequin SIR WALTER SCOTT smile Snake song soon Squills STANDARD PENNY READINGS stars stood Street sweet SWIFT & Co talented tears thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought told took tree turbans vale Vere de Vere vessels whereas whereupon wish wondered young Lochinvar
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Side 66 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Side 69 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores I change, but I cannot die.
Side 30 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
Side 76 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Side 72 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, that host with their banners at sunset were seen ; like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, that host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Side 65 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 64 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Side 71 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 36 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All...
Side 178 - ... and bad blood bred ; even sometimes almost to the recommencement (so I expected) of actual hostilities. But my father, who scorned to insist upon advantages, generally contrived to turn the conversation upon some adroit by-commendation of the old Minster ; in the general preference of which, before all other cathedrals in the island, the dweller on the hill, and the plain-born, could meet on a conciliating level, and lay down their less important differences.