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... King Francis sate : Around him were his nobles placed , The balcony above was graced By ladies of the court , in gorgeous state : And , as with his finger a sign he made , The iron grating was open laid , And with stately step and mien ...
... King Francis sate : Around him were his nobles placed , The balcony above was graced By ladies of the court , in gorgeous state : And , as with his finger a sign he made , The iron grating was open laid , And with stately step and mien ...
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... king another signal made : The opened grating vomited then Two leopards forth from their dreadful den , - They rush on the tiger , with signs of rage , Eager the deadly fight to wage , Who , fierce , with paws uplifted stood , And the ...
... king another signal made : The opened grating vomited then Two leopards forth from their dreadful den , - They rush on the tiger , with signs of rage , Eager the deadly fight to wage , Who , fierce , with paws uplifted stood , And the ...
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... kings ? Then leave the poor Plebeian his single tie to life- The sweet , sweet love of daughter , of sister , and of wife ; The gentle speech , the balm for all that his vexed soul endures , The kiss , in which he half forgets even such ...
... kings ? Then leave the poor Plebeian his single tie to life- The sweet , sweet love of daughter , of sister , and of wife ; The gentle speech , the balm for all that his vexed soul endures , The kiss , in which he half forgets even such ...
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... King , Bedford and Exeter , Warwick and Talbot , Salisbury and Gloster , - Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered . This story shall the good man teach his son : And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by , From this day to the ending ...
... King , Bedford and Exeter , Warwick and Talbot , Salisbury and Gloster , - Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered . This story shall the good man teach his son : And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by , From this day to the ending ...
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... kings ! At length , o'er Columbus slow consciousness breaks , — " Land ! land ! " cry the sailors ; " land ! land ! " - he awakes , - He runs , yes ! behold it ! -it blesseth his sight , - The land ! O , dear spectacle ! transport ...
... kings ! At length , o'er Columbus slow consciousness breaks , — " Land ! land ! " cry the sailors ; " land ! land ! " - he awakes , - He runs , yes ! behold it ! -it blesseth his sight , - The land ! O , dear spectacle ! transport ...
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Popular passages
Page 275 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 16 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 397 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 298 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Page 430 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 121 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 392 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 422 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: 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, dying, dying.
Page 30 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 412 - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!