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... feet , and her black hair floated in large curls upon her shoulders . She had been one day in the company of some other little girls who , though not older than herself , were dressed like great ladies ; and the richness of their ...
... feet , and her black hair floated in large curls upon her shoulders . She had been one day in the company of some other little girls who , though not older than herself , were dressed like great ladies ; and the richness of their ...
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... feet , prevented her running at all fast ; nor was this all , for her stays were laced so tight , as she could not easily fetch her breath . She would have been glad to go home and change her dress , in order to be more at ease ; but ...
... feet , prevented her running at all fast ; nor was this all , for her stays were laced so tight , as she could not easily fetch her breath . She would have been glad to go home and change her dress , in order to be more at ease ; but ...
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... feet , and her tight chest , and made as much haste as she could to reach a place of shelter . But , in spite of her efforts , she could not run so fast as her companions , who were lightly dressed . Then , too , every moment she was ...
... feet , and her tight chest , and made as much haste as she could to reach a place of shelter . But , in spite of her efforts , she could not run so fast as her companions , who were lightly dressed . Then , too , every moment she was ...
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... feet like you - you are the wolf . " Then the wolf ran to the baker and said , " I have injured my foot ; please put some dough on it . " And when the baker had covered it with dough , he went to the miller and begged him to scatter ...
... feet like you - you are the wolf . " Then the wolf ran to the baker and said , " I have injured my foot ; please put some dough on it . " And when the baker had covered it with dough , he went to the miller and begged him to scatter ...
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... feet of him , up to his chin in water , with his spear raised ready to strike him . But another wave rolling that instant over him saved his life , and he reached the wrecked ship in safety . The remorseless brutes , maddened at the ...
... feet of him , up to his chin in water , with his spear raised ready to strike him . But another wave rolling that instant over him saved his life , and he reached the wrecked ship in safety . The remorseless brutes , maddened at the ...
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Էջ 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Էջ 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Էջ 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Էջ 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Էջ 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Էջ 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Էջ 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Էջ 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Էջ 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Էջ 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i