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Strona 84 - Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire ; the blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning of the sunken sun o'er which clouds are brightening, thou dost float and run, like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Strona 43 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 83 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Strona 80 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go...
Strona 145 - The Percy out of Northumberland And a vow to God made he, That he would hunt in the mountains Of Cheviot within days three, In the maugre of doughty Douglas And all that ever with him be. The fattest harts in all Cheviot He said he would kill and carry them away ; " By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, " I will let that hunting if I may.