Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Հատոր 3 |
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... side of the road that leads from Richmond to Askrigg . Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase , the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the Second Part of the following Poem , which monuments do now exist as ...
... side of the road that leads from Richmond to Askrigg . Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase , the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the Second Part of the following Poem , which monuments do now exist as ...
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... the race ? The bugles that so joyfully were blown ? This chase , it looks not like an earthly chase ; Sir Walter and the Hart are left alone . The poor Hart toils along the mountain- side ; I B 2 HART - LEAP WELL . 3.
... the race ? The bugles that so joyfully were blown ? This chase , it looks not like an earthly chase ; Sir Walter and the Hart are left alone . The poor Hart toils along the mountain- side ; I B 2 HART - LEAP WELL . 3.
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Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. The poor Hart toils along the mountain- side ; I will not stop to tell how far he fled , Nor will I mention by what death he died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he ...
Moxon Edward and co Thomas Hood. The poor Hart toils along the mountain- side ; I will not stop to tell how far he fled , Nor will I mention by what death he died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he ...
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... side the Hart was lying stretched : His nostril touched a spring beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Never had ...
... side the Hart was lying stretched : His nostril touched a spring beneath a hill , And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched The waters of the spring were trembling still . And now , too happy for repose or rest , ( Never had ...
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... side . In April here beneath the flowering thorn He heard the birds their morning carols sing ; And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . Now , here is neither grass nor pleasant ...
... side . In April here beneath the flowering thorn He heard the birds their morning carols sing ; And he , perhaps , for aught we know , was born Not half a furlong from that self - same spring . Now , here is neither grass nor pleasant ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Allah Allan answer'd Arab ARETHUSA barr'd bell beneath Bill Jones bless bow'd breast breath brow burnt chains Chippendale choristers church door cloud cold cried daughter dead dear death deep Dora dream earth evermore eyes fair fairies fancies father's fear feet fiends fifty priests gazed gone grew hands happy hath hear heard heart Heaven horse Houris Huntress HYMENEAL knew Left'nant light lips look look'd LOT IS THINE louder lullaby Mare Mary mound mountains Mudiboo Muse never night and day o'er old Don old familiar faces old woman once pray'd Ratisbon REGENT STREET rose round says sing Sir Walter sleep smile song soul spirit spring Squampash Flatts stamp'd stone stood sweet tapers tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD Thou wert thought Twas Venice voice WEARY LOT wife wild William wind winding sheet woman of Berkeley
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Էջ 66 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Էջ 68 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Էջ 186 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Էջ 50 - Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child; And Dora would have risen and gone to him, But her heart fail'd her; and the reapers reap'd, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.
Էջ 10 - THE moving accident is not my trade ; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Էջ 126 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays: All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Էջ 77 - ... weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Էջ 76 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love I No more of me you knew.
Էջ 42 - DORA. WITH farmer Allan at the farm abode William and Dora. William was his son, And she his niece. He often look'd at them. And often thought,
Էջ 69 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?