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... Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There , enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his richest wines , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank ...
... Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There , enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his richest wines , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank ...
Side 31
... close upon the Sun , Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She ...
... close upon the Sun , Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She ...
Side 58
... close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow . " " The crane , " I said , " may chatter of the crane , The dove may murmur of the dove , but I An eagle ...
... close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow . " " The crane , " I said , " may chatter of the crane , The dove may murmur of the dove , but I An eagle ...
Side 85
... close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women blowzed with health , and wind , and rain , And labour . Each was like a Druid rock ; Or like a spire of land that stands apart Cleft from the main ...
... close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women blowzed with health , and wind , and rain , And labour . Each was like a Druid rock ; Or like a spire of land that stands apart Cleft from the main ...
Side 91
... close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . " The second was my father's running thus : " You have our son : touch not a hair of his head : Render him up unscathed ...
... close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . " The second was my father's running thus : " You have our son : touch not a hair of his head : Render him up unscathed ...
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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...