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... child , and thither half The neighbouring borough with their Institute Of which he was the patron . I was there From college , visiting the son , the son A Walter too , with others of our set , Five others : we were seven at Vivian ...
... child , and thither half The neighbouring borough with their Institute Of which he was the patron . I was there From college , visiting the son , the son A Walter too , with others of our set , Five others : we were seven at Vivian ...
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... child half woman as she was , had wound A scarf of orange round the stony helm , And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk , That made the old warrior from his ivied nook Glow like a sunbeam : near his tomb a feast Shone , silver - set ...
... child half woman as she was , had wound A scarf of orange round the stony helm , And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk , That made the old warrior from his ivied nook Glow like a sunbeam : near his tomb a feast Shone , silver - set ...
Side 9
... children ! OI wish That I were some great princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! " And here she shook aside The hand that play'd the ...
... children ! OI wish That I were some great princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! " And here she shook aside The hand that play'd the ...
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... children ; they must lose the child , assume The woman then , Sir , awful odes she wrote , Too awful , sure , for what they treated of , But all she is and does is awful ; odes About this losing of the child ; and rhymes And dismal ...
... children ; they must lose the child , assume The woman then , Sir , awful odes she wrote , Too awful , sure , for what they treated of , But all she is and does is awful ; odes About this losing of the child ; and rhymes And dismal ...
Side 29
... we love And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , O there above the little grave , We kiss'd again with tears . II . IT break of day the College Portress came.
... we love And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , O there above the little grave , We kiss'd again with tears . II . IT break of day the College Portress came.
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Side 198 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell They that had fought so well Came thro...
Side 179 - ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. PUBLISHED IN 1852. N ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. URY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Side 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Side 74 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 203 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
Side 267 - He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him ? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I...
Side 180 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low.
Side 101 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang: we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...
Side 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Side 162 - Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone...