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... face in learning that m , o , t , h , e , r is " mother , " has proved too great for him . He never before uttered that word in the way he now reads it . Thus he acquires a mode of saying words without thinking of the ideas of which ...
... face in learning that m , o , t , h , e , r is " mother , " has proved too great for him . He never before uttered that word in the way he now reads it . Thus he acquires a mode of saying words without thinking of the ideas of which ...
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... face of the dead , and we bitterly thought of the morrow ! We thought , as we hollowed his narrow bed , and smoothed down his lonely pillow , that the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , and we far away on the billow ...
... face of the dead , and we bitterly thought of the morrow ! We thought , as we hollowed his narrow bed , and smoothed down his lonely pillow , that the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , and we far away on the billow ...
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... face of the foe as he pass'd ; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , and their hearts but once heaved , and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , but through it there rolled not the ...
... face of the foe as he pass'd ; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , and their hearts but once heaved , and for ever grew still ! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , but through it there rolled not the ...
Page 52
... face - take heart of grace , And seek again the shore ! " The boy comes back : " O mother dear ! Go thou unto the strand ; My father's voice I sure did hear In tones of stern command ! " And now the mother lights the torch ; And , 52 ...
... face - take heart of grace , And seek again the shore ! " The boy comes back : " O mother dear ! Go thou unto the strand ; My father's voice I sure did hear In tones of stern command ! " And now the mother lights the torch ; And , 52 ...
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... face turned to the skies , the lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow on his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands , and prayed that saved she might be ; and she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave on the ...
... face turned to the skies , the lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow on his fixed and glassy eyes . Then the maiden clasped her hands , and prayed that saved she might be ; and she thought of Christ , who stilled the wave on the ...
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Bagnet beautiful beneath black crows blood blow brave brow cheek child cried dark dead dear death Donatello door Elocution eyes face falchion FALSTAFF father fear fell frae friends Gelert glory gown grave hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre honour Inchcape Rock Jackdaw kind permission king kissed lady Lapstone Lars Porsena LAUN Launcelot light lips living Lochinvar look lord master Miss Ophelia morning mother never Nevermore night o'er permission of Messrs Peter Quince play poor pray PRINCE H pupil Pyramus QUIN reading round sarpint silent smile song sorrow soul sound speak steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thought Topsy Twas utterance voice waves wild wind words Yarrow young
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Page 165 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 153 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 119 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 100 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, " This is my own my native land " ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Page 103 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 159 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 145 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 105 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page 65 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 158 - ... thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.