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Strana 23
... speak the truth , I rate your chance Almost at naked nothing . " Thus the king ; And I , tho ' nettled that he seem'd to slur With garrulous ease and oily courtesies Our formal compact , yet , not less ( all frets But chafing me on fire ...
... speak the truth , I rate your chance Almost at naked nothing . " Thus the king ; And I , tho ' nettled that he seem'd to slur With garrulous ease and oily courtesies Our formal compact , yet , not less ( all frets But chafing me on fire ...
Strana 24
... speak ? The king would bear him out ; " and at the last- The summer of the vine in all his veins— " No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that way ; he heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw ...
... speak ? The king would bear him out ; " and at the last- The summer of the vine in all his veins— " No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that way ; he heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw ...
Strana 25
... speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale ...
... speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale ...
Strana 31
... speak with any men ; And many more , which hastily subscribed , We enter'd on the boards : and " Now " she cried " Ye are green wood , see ye warp not . Look , our hall ! Our statues ! —not of those that men desire , Sleek Odalisques ...
... speak with any men ; And many more , which hastily subscribed , We enter'd on the boards : and " Now " she cried " Ye are green wood , see ye warp not . Look , our hall ! Our statues ! —not of those that men desire , Sleek Odalisques ...
Strana 38
... tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? " " But you will find it otherwise " she said . " You jest : ill jesting with edge - tools ! my vow Binds me to speak , and O that iron will 38 THE PRINCESS ;
... tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? " " But you will find it otherwise " she said . " You jest : ill jesting with edge - tools ! my vow Binds me to speak , and O that iron will 38 THE PRINCESS ;
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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.