Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 61867 |
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... called at school a carrot . " " A caret ! and what's the caret for , Tom ? " Here's " Why for the wegetable market ; and here's a dagger for the butchers ' shops - the stocking warehouse is the letter K , and the Compter is L ; but that ...
... called at school a carrot . " " A caret ! and what's the caret for , Tom ? " Here's " Why for the wegetable market ; and here's a dagger for the butchers ' shops - the stocking warehouse is the letter K , and the Compter is L ; but that ...
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... called nificent riddle . " 66 a mag- He was the eldest son of Sir Timothy Shelley , Bart . , of Field Place , Sussex , where he was born August 4th , 1792. He was sent to Eton , but , violating the rules of that school , was removed to ...
... called nificent riddle . " 66 a mag- He was the eldest son of Sir Timothy Shelley , Bart . , of Field Place , Sussex , where he was born August 4th , 1792. He was sent to Eton , but , violating the rules of that school , was removed to ...
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... called " The Regicide . " As might be expected , his juvenile contribution received a check , and the tragedy was not brought out ; so he went aboard an eighty - gun ship , and served as surgeon's mate . Failing to obtain promotion in ...
... called " The Regicide . " As might be expected , his juvenile contribution received a check , and the tragedy was not brought out ; so he went aboard an eighty - gun ship , and served as surgeon's mate . Failing to obtain promotion in ...
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... called a long vacation pastoral , entitled " The Bothie of Toler - na - Voulich ; " and in 1849 a second volume called " Ambarvalia . " Both volumes were dear to his friends and to a limited public , but they escaped general recognition ...
... called a long vacation pastoral , entitled " The Bothie of Toler - na - Voulich ; " and in 1849 a second volume called " Ambarvalia . " Both volumes were dear to his friends and to a limited public , but they escaped general recognition ...
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... called me ' squire , you see - and clapping me on the back , in this manner , says , ' Squire , your horse will beat everything ! Ld . A. Indeed ! Tyke . Yes , yes - that was pleasant enough ; but , un- luckily , the jockey lads told me ...
... called me ' squire , you see - and clapping me on the back , in this manner , says , ' Squire , your horse will beat everything ! Ld . A. Indeed ! Tyke . Yes , yes - that was pleasant enough ; but , un- luckily , the jockey lads told me ...
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Page 134 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 137 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 159 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Page 133 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 188 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 135 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 138 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 171 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Page 41 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 77 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...