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... waited long , and restless was the spirit of the fleet For the long expected conflict and the haughty foe's defeat ... waiting , calm and ready , for the last forlorn attack ; When a shout of exultation from among their ranks arose , As ...
... waited long , and restless was the spirit of the fleet For the long expected conflict and the haughty foe's defeat ... waiting , calm and ready , for the last forlorn attack ; When a shout of exultation from among their ranks arose , As ...
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... wait outside the schoolroom door for Jack nearly every day , and we all used to be glad to see his merry little face and to give him rides on our backs round and round the playground , or do anything else that we thought would please ...
... wait outside the schoolroom door for Jack nearly every day , and we all used to be glad to see his merry little face and to give him rides on our backs round and round the playground , or do anything else that we thought would please ...
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... waiting to let him in . " Am I in time , father ? " asked the boy , panting , for he had been running quickly . " Yes , my son , the Signor has not come back yet . But how cam'st thou by those cuts on that poor leg ? " " It's nothing ...
... waiting to let him in . " Am I in time , father ? " asked the boy , panting , for he had been running quickly . " Yes , my son , the Signor has not come back yet . But how cam'st thou by those cuts on that poor leg ? " " It's nothing ...
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... waiting outside for a few minutes to wipe the dust from his shoes , gather up his courage , and in all ways prepare ... wait , " quoth the spruce youth , smoothing his cravat , while he glanced superciliously at Lewis's countrified ...
... waiting outside for a few minutes to wipe the dust from his shoes , gather up his courage , and in all ways prepare ... wait , " quoth the spruce youth , smoothing his cravat , while he glanced superciliously at Lewis's countrified ...
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... wait in the street . Two or three of the passers by looked curiously at him , for it was easy to tell that he was a stranger in Burlham . But the door was soon opened , and Martin found himself in a long , narrow apart- ment , occupied ...
... wait in the street . Two or three of the passers by looked curiously at him , for it was easy to tell that he was a stranger in Burlham . But the door was soon opened , and Martin found himself in a long , narrow apart- ment , occupied ...
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Page 450 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 273 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Page 450 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
Page 450 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Page 14 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 452 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Page 402 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 381 - I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my Love loves me !'
Page 293 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 394 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!