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... eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love , How lion in thee mated lamb , how eagle mated dove ! Availéd not or steel or shot ' gainst that charmed life secure , Till cunning France , in last resource , tossed up the ...
... eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love , How lion in thee mated lamb , how eagle mated dove ! Availéd not or steel or shot ' gainst that charmed life secure , Till cunning France , in last resource , tossed up the ...
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... crape and hatband , Of mourners was the chief ; In bitter self - upbraidings Poor Edward showed his grief : Tom hid his fat white countenance In his pocket - handkerchief . Ned's eyes were full of weeping , He falter'd in 20 BALLADS .
... crape and hatband , Of mourners was the chief ; In bitter self - upbraidings Poor Edward showed his grief : Tom hid his fat white countenance In his pocket - handkerchief . Ned's eyes were full of weeping , He falter'd in 20 BALLADS .
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William Makepeace Thackeray. Ned's eyes were full of weeping , He falter'd in his walk ; Tom never shed a tear , But onwards he did stalk , As pompous , black , and solemn , As any catafalque . And when the bones of Brentford That gentle ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. Ned's eyes were full of weeping , He falter'd in his walk ; Tom never shed a tear , But onwards he did stalk , As pompous , black , and solemn , As any catafalque . And when the bones of Brentford That gentle ...
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... eyes were running o'er . " The tortoise and the hare , Tom , Set out , at each his pace ; The hare it was the fleeter , The tortoise won the race ; And since the world's beginning This ever was the case . " Ned's genius , blithe and ...
... eyes were running o'er . " The tortoise and the hare , Tom , Set out , at each his pace ; The hare it was the fleeter , The tortoise won the race ; And since the world's beginning This ever was the case . " Ned's genius , blithe and ...
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... eyes ; The stupidest are weakest , The witty are not wise ; Oh , bless your good stupidity , It is your dearest prize ! And though my lands are wide , And plenty is my gold , Still better gifts from Nature , My Thomas , do you hold — A ...
... eyes ; The stupidest are weakest , The witty are not wise ; Oh , bless your good stupidity , It is your dearest prize ! And though my lands are wide , And plenty is my gold , Still better gifts from Nature , My Thomas , do you hold — A ...
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Strona 58 - Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.
Strona 29 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Strona 110 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Strona 47 - He'll send you to your mistress presently. " And thus with thankful heart he closes you ; Blessing the happy hour when a friend he knew So gentle, and so generous, and so true. " Nor pass the words as idle phrases by ; Stranger ! I never writ a flattery, Nor sign'd the page that register'da lie.
Strona 41 - I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes : Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Strona 42 - Boys, as we sit; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short; When we are gone, Let them sing on Round the old tree.
Strona 78 - Et sur un âne, pas à pas, Parcourait son royaume. Joyeux, simple et croyant le bien, Pour toute garde il n'avait rien Qu'un chien. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! &c.
Strona 41 - Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place - but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me - There's no one now to share my cup.
Strona 96 - King Canute was weary-hearted ; he had reigned for years a score, Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more ; And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.
Strona 142 - This Gineral great then tuck his sate, With all the other ginerals (Bedad, his troat, his belt, his coat, All bleezed with precious minerals) ; And as he there, with princely air, Recloinin on his cushion was, All round about his royal chair The squeezin and the pushin was.