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Strana 12
... kind of tales did men tell men , She wonder'd , by themselves ? A half - disdain Perch'd on the pouted blossom of ... Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , Seven - headed 12 PROLOGUE .
... kind of tales did men tell men , She wonder'd , by themselves ? A half - disdain Perch'd on the pouted blossom of ... Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , Seven - headed 12 PROLOGUE .
Strana 18
... kind and hospitable : Or , maybe , I myself , my bride once seen , Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame , May rue the bargain made . " And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ...
... kind and hospitable : Or , maybe , I myself , my bride once seen , Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame , May rue the bargain made . " And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ...
Strana 21
... kind of ceremony- I think the year in which our olives fail'd . I would you had her , Prince , with all my heart , With my full heart : but there were widows here , Two widows , Lady Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in ...
... kind of ceremony- I think the year in which our olives fail'd . I would you had her , Prince , with all my heart , With my full heart : but there were widows here , Two widows , Lady Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in ...
Strana 22
... Her brethren , tho ' they love her , look upon her As on a kind of paragon ; and I ( Pardon me saying it ) were much loth to breed Dispute betwixt myself and mine : but since ( And I confess with right ) you think me 22 THE PRINCESS ;
... Her brethren , tho ' they love her , look upon her As on a kind of paragon ; and I ( Pardon me saying it ) were much loth to breed Dispute betwixt myself and mine : but since ( And I confess with right ) you think me 22 THE PRINCESS ;
Strana 42
... kind ? Him you call great : he for the common weal , The fading politics of mortal Rome , As I might slay this child , if good need were , Slew both his sons : and I , shall I , on whom The secular emancipation turns Of half this world ...
... kind ? Him you call great : he for the common weal , The fading politics of mortal Rome , As I might slay this child , if good need were , Slew both his sons : and I , shall I , on whom The secular emancipation turns Of half this world ...
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Strana 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 !
Strana 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.
Strana 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Strana 160 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Strana 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Strana 179 - BURY 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.
Strana 71 - The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dyin£, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Strana 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Strana 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.