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... round at our fellows - fellows whom we like and honour , as all true Rugbeians should ; fellows of every shade of thought and feeling ; fellows big and little , slow or coxsy , wise or foolish ; but all ( we speak for our own house ) ...
... round at our fellows - fellows whom we like and honour , as all true Rugbeians should ; fellows of every shade of thought and feeling ; fellows big and little , slow or coxsy , wise or foolish ; but all ( we speak for our own house ) ...
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... round the close and seeth the cricketers and mocketh them , pointing out the superiority of his own game ; he hangeth his cap up in his study and almost worshippeth it ; he surveyeth his navvies with a look of fond regret , and spen ...
... round the close and seeth the cricketers and mocketh them , pointing out the superiority of his own game ; he hangeth his cap up in his study and almost worshippeth it ; he surveyeth his navvies with a look of fond regret , and spen ...
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... round thee , Of the flowers whose garlands crowned thee , Of the birds that at thy early lattice sung . Oh tell me of thy friendships great and small ! Did they hold thee so completely , Thou didst never , blushing sweetly , Dream of ...
... round thee , Of the flowers whose garlands crowned thee , Of the birds that at thy early lattice sung . Oh tell me of thy friendships great and small ! Did they hold thee so completely , Thou didst never , blushing sweetly , Dream of ...
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... round the scraps for evermore . Chorus of Masters : — Where is the grave of the " New Rugbeian ? " Where may the grave of that good paper be ? Under a fire - place , or it may be on An editor's bookcase , that never for three Months has ...
... round the scraps for evermore . Chorus of Masters : — Where is the grave of the " New Rugbeian ? " Where may the grave of that good paper be ? Under a fire - place , or it may be on An editor's bookcase , that never for three Months has ...
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... round it are twining Fond recollections of days that are flown , Infancy , boyhood , and manhood combining , Lend it a dearness that is not its own . Here is the green where of old in the eventide , Careless and happy I sported and ...
... round it are twining Fond recollections of days that are flown , Infancy , boyhood , and manhood combining , Lend it a dearness that is not its own . Here is the green where of old in the eventide , Careless and happy I sported and ...
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Page 156 - Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old ? prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds?
Page 150 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 225 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 254 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 195 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 18 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 148 - Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting, With his mighty bow of ash-tree, With his quiver full of arrows, With his mittens, Minjekahwun, Into the vast and vacant forest On his snow-shoes strode he forward. "Gitche Manito, the Mighty!
Page 220 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord, with manly strength...
Page 253 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 220 - T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th