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... of Poerio 147 Reward of Criticism 137 Rugby Cropping Out 171 Rugby Games 287 Sicilian Expedition 42 Song of Cabs 137 Song of the Bell 84 Sortes Editorianæ 293 Sympathy 100 Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 INDEX . 301.
... of Poerio 147 Reward of Criticism 137 Rugby Cropping Out 171 Rugby Games 287 Sicilian Expedition 42 Song of Cabs 137 Song of the Bell 84 Sortes Editorianæ 293 Sympathy 100 Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 INDEX . 301.
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Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 , 86 The Rock The Wind bloweth where it listeth Time Times Readers Times we live in Translation from Sophocles Troubadours Violet 225 29 193 180 · 131 , 162 49 111 196 Vision of Holyrood 247 ...
Page . Table Turning 235 Taking Up Tale 60 38 , 86 The Rock The Wind bloweth where it listeth Time Times Readers Times we live in Translation from Sophocles Troubadours Violet 225 29 193 180 · 131 , 162 49 111 196 Vision of Holyrood 247 ...
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... turn our thoughts to Rugby , -in vain we look for great warriors , poets , or statesmen , there are none to light up our annals , —or at most perhaps one solitary star : but when we look deeper , when we look not merely at the prominent ...
... turn our thoughts to Rugby , -in vain we look for great warriors , poets , or statesmen , there are none to light up our annals , —or at most perhaps one solitary star : but when we look deeper , when we look not merely at the prominent ...
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... turn . The chorus is worn out . Thus in an enthusiastic contemplation of eternity died the best of the Modern Deiets . Yet though Vergniaud was born but a hundred years ago , his sentiments were uttered in heathen Athens three hundred ...
... turn . The chorus is worn out . Thus in an enthusiastic contemplation of eternity died the best of the Modern Deiets . Yet though Vergniaud was born but a hundred years ago , his sentiments were uttered in heathen Athens three hundred ...
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... turns back , Through the cannon's roar and the rifle's crack , Though dead and dying bestrewed their track ; The charging squadrons came . The foe stood like a wall , Masses of guns and men ; We scarce could count in all For every ...
... turns back , Through the cannon's roar and the rifle's crack , Though dead and dying bestrewed their track ; The charging squadrons came . The foe stood like a wall , Masses of guns and men ; We scarce could count in all For every ...
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Abdallah Aristophanes beauty Bigside Book of Rugby called character colour Countess of Tripoli Cratinus cricket dear death Dormer dread dream Dress England English excitement eyes fancy father feeling fellow football give hand happy hath head hear heard heart Henry VIII honour hope Imagination Jauffre JOHN BRIGHT King lady land larvæ live look master mind nature never night noble novels o'er OLD RUGBEIAN once passed passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetry praise Priceite Provençal Queen readers Rugby School Sabbatarian seemed song sorrow soul spirit style sure sweet swell table-turning tell thee thing thou thought tion Titus Oates Tom Brown trireme true turn Vergniaud voice watch water-tower ween wish wonder words writing young youth ἄρ δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν τε
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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