Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Bind 2 |
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Side 22
... a talented man ! He came up from Brazen - nose College , Just caught , as they call it , this spring ; And his head , love , is stuffed full of know- ledge Of every conceivable thing . Of science and logic he chatters , As fine and ( 22 )
... a talented man ! He came up from Brazen - nose College , Just caught , as they call it , this spring ; And his head , love , is stuffed full of know- ledge Of every conceivable thing . Of science and logic he chatters , As fine and ( 22 )
Side 56
... thing I will only mention , that in some child's part , where in her theatrical character she was to sup off a roast fowl O joy to Barbara ! ) some comic actor , who was for the night caterer for this dainty— in the misguided humour of ...
... thing I will only mention , that in some child's part , where in her theatrical character she was to sup off a roast fowl O joy to Barbara ! ) some comic actor , who was for the night caterer for this dainty— in the misguided humour of ...
Side 76
... thing , A voice , a mystery ; 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 ...
... thing , A voice , a mystery ; 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 ...
Side 81
... things , And hurl their Dagon down ! Come in thine own good time ! We will abide ; we have not turned from thee , Though in a world of grief our portion be , Of bitter grief , and shame . VOL . II . G Be thou our guard and guide ! Forth ...
... things , And hurl their Dagon down ! Come in thine own good time ! We will abide ; we have not turned from thee , Though in a world of grief our portion be , Of bitter grief , and shame . VOL . II . G Be thou our guard and guide ! Forth ...
Side 97
... thing To land again and taste the spring , Instead of fiery glass : About the verdant meads to scour , And snuff the honey'd cowslip flower , And crop the juicy grass ! Whereby she grew as plump and hale As any beast that wears a tail ...
... thing To land again and taste the spring , Instead of fiery glass : About the verdant meads to scour , And snuff the honey'd cowslip flower , And crop the juicy grass ! Whereby she grew as plump and hale As any beast that wears a tail ...
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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.