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Abbot Achaians Alexandros answer Ariel arms Balclutha bards battle behold Belshazzar Bingen bless brother Bruce Buckingham burning fiery furnace called Campeius Carthon Chamberlain Clessammor cloud commanded cried Cromwell dark daughter dear death duke enemy English eyes father fear fell Fingal friends Gentleman give gold grace Guenever hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor horse John Ruskin King Arthur King Henry king's lady land live look Lord Chamberlain Lucan the butler Menelaos Meshach midst mighty Miranda Moina Nebuchadnezzar never night noble Norfolk o'er peace Pickwick pleasure poem poor pray Priam princes Prospero Queen Katherine round ship side Sir Bedivere Sir Lucan Sir Modred soul spake speak spear spider stood Suffolk Surrey sword tell thee thing thou hast thought Trojans truth unto voice wild Winkle Wohey Wolsey words youth
Pahina 68 - 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...
Pahina 184 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Pahina 113 - He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Pahina 188 - 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. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Pahina 55 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Pahina 109 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Pahina 82 - Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the . joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Pahina 196 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Pahina 190 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
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