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... wood by ARTHUR Hughes . " He [ Mr. Hughes ] has done his work with a tenderness of feeling which does not degenerate into mawkishness ; and the volume which he has thus adorned will , no doubt , be a favourite one in many homes this ...
... wood by ARTHUR Hughes . " He [ Mr. Hughes ] has done his work with a tenderness of feeling which does not degenerate into mawkishness ; and the volume which he has thus adorned will , no doubt , be a favourite one in many homes this ...
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... Wood for the Million . April 2 , PART I. of THE SERIOUS POEMS OF THOMAS HOOD . In Five Parts . 100 pages for Is . Edited by SAMUEL LUCAS , M.A. , of Queen's College , Oxford . To be followed by the COMIC POEMS of Thomas Hood , also in ...
... Wood for the Million . April 2 , PART I. of THE SERIOUS POEMS OF THOMAS HOOD . In Five Parts . 100 pages for Is . Edited by SAMUEL LUCAS , M.A. , of Queen's College , Oxford . To be followed by the COMIC POEMS of Thomas Hood , also in ...
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... wood engravings , photo- graphed from life , are illustrative of the management of the reins in accordance with the principles enunciated in the work . One volume , sm . 8vo . Price 6s . " A new edition of a very good little book ...
... wood engravings , photo- graphed from life , are illustrative of the management of the reins in accordance with the principles enunciated in the work . One volume , sm . 8vo . Price 6s . " A new edition of a very good little book ...
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... wood , Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' B 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long ...
... wood , Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' B 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long ...
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... wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . 5 . We are puppets , Man in his pride , and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ...
... wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . 5 . We are puppets , Man in his pride , and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Athenæum babble beat beauty blood bow'd brimming river brook brother Cannon Charles Lamb Cloth bevelled cold Coleridge's dark dead dear Death delight dream Edited and prefaced EDWARD MOXON elegant cloth Enoch Arden fair fancy Fcap feet flash'd flow To join foolscap 8vo garden gilt edges gloom glory gone Hall hand happy head hear heart honour Hood's Illustrated join the brimming July 29 Katie Keats land LIGHT BRIGADE lilies look'd lord MARTIN F Maud meadow moor morocco gilt MOXON'S MINIATURE POETS never night o'er passionate peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems POET LAUREATE Poetical poison'd price 15s Review rings Rode the six rose seem'd Selection SHELLEY Shelley's shining silent six hundred smile stood sweet thee things THOMAS HOOD thou thro true turn'd vext Vide MOXON'S MINIATURE volume weep William Wordsworth wood Wordsworth's
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Strona 119 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 89 - The tiny cell is forlorn, Void of the little living will That made it stir on the shore. Did he stand at the diamond door Of his house in a rainbow frill ? Did he push, when he was uncurl'd, A golden foot or a fairy horn Thro...
Strona 78 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 81 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strona 96 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Strona 141 - Thro' the dome of the golden cross ; And the volleying cannon thunder his loss ; He knew their voices of old. For many a time in many a clime His...
Strona 119 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 149 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 120 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 126 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.