Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 101867 |
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Pagina 2
... voice of war With a thousand of their own . And through the forest - glooms Flash'd helmets to the day , And the winds were tossing knightly plumes , Like the larch - boughs in their play . In Hasli's wilds there was gleaming steel , As ...
... voice of war With a thousand of their own . And through the forest - glooms Flash'd helmets to the day , And the winds were tossing knightly plumes , Like the larch - boughs in their play . In Hasli's wilds there was gleaming steel , As ...
Pagina 14
... voice bid this mortal Put on immortality . * * * * Thence we turned , what time the blackbird Pipes to vespers from his perch , And from out the clattering city Past into the silent church ; Marked the shower of sunlight breaking ...
... voice bid this mortal Put on immortality . * * * * Thence we turned , what time the blackbird Pipes to vespers from his perch , And from out the clattering city Past into the silent church ; Marked the shower of sunlight breaking ...
Pagina 33
... voice at which I shook , For I saw that he was a popish knave By the terror of his look . I named the name with a buoyant voice , That trembled with extasye , But the savage brayed a hideous laugh , Then turned and grinned at me . He ...
... voice at which I shook , For I saw that he was a popish knave By the terror of his look . I named the name with a buoyant voice , That trembled with extasye , But the savage brayed a hideous laugh , Then turned and grinned at me . He ...
Pagina 36
... King must be , Who hath a speaking - trumpet voice and head enough for three , Shakespeare to them's a charlatan , compared to " E. L. B. " Gods ! how they shout where Princess Pearl gives Goggle 36 An Annual Treat .
... King must be , Who hath a speaking - trumpet voice and head enough for three , Shakespeare to them's a charlatan , compared to " E. L. B. " Gods ! how they shout where Princess Pearl gives Goggle 36 An Annual Treat .
Pagina 39
... voices Is heard one high and loud , Who speaketh thus to Vulfran , Amid the wond'ring crowd : - " Tell me , thou holy Bishop " - Thus speaketh now the King- " Are the brave who ruled before me , And of whom our poets sing , Are they now ...
... voices Is heard one high and loud , Who speaketh thus to Vulfran , Amid the wond'ring crowd : - " Tell me , thou holy Bishop " - Thus speaketh now the King- " Are the brave who ruled before me , And of whom our poets sing , Are they now ...
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Andy barque battles of Val Benjamin Allen Bill Tibbs Bob Sawyer brave brother Bruce captain child Covent Garden Crito Cromwell dear death door Dornton dreams Exciseman Gill eyes face fair fairy father fear fell fool friends gave gaze GEORGE FYLER TOWNSEND Haley hand Harry head hear heard heart Heaven Hippias hope Imogene Inchture John Carson knew Königswinter lady laugh live look Lord Major Ogilvy mas'r master mate Milford morning never night o'er once Penny Readings Peter Klaus Pickwick poor purse Raddle replied road round servant shout sing Sir Easy slate smile Smuggler Bill song soon squire stairs stood STROOD Sulky sure tears tell thee thing THOMAS CROFTON CROKER thou thought Thrasymedes told Tonks took town turned Twas Vulfran whirl wife woman word Imph-m young
Populaire passages
Pagina 113 - ... had pleaded, or trumpet had proclaimed. Then came sudden alarms: hurryings to and fro: trepidations of innumerable fugitives, I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad: darkness and lights: tempest and human faces: and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me, and but a moment allowed, — and clasped hands, and heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells!
Pagina 113 - I had the power, if I could raise myself, to will it; and yet again had not the power, for the weight of twenty Atlantics was upon me, or the oppression of inexpiable guilt. 'Deeper than ever plummet sounded,
Pagina 108 - I know not whether others share in my feelings on this point; but I have often thought that if I were compelled to forego England, and to live in China, among Chinese manners and modes of life and scenery, I should go mad. The causes of my horror lie deep, and some of them must be common to others. Southern Asia, in general, is the seat of awful images and associations. As the cradle of the human race...
Pagina 202 - Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Pagina 109 - I was buried, for a thousand years, in stone coffins, with mummies and sphinxes, in narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and laid, confounded with all unutterable slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.
Pagina 109 - Under the connecting feeling of tropical heat and vertical sunlights, I brought together all creatures, birds, beasts, reptiles, all trees and plants, usages and appearances, that are found in all tropical regions, and assembled them together in China or Indostan. From kindred feelings, I soon brought Egypt and all her gods under the same law. I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by monkeys, by paroquets, by cockatoos.
Pagina 58 - And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping...
Pagina 56 - My little boy asked me Thus, once on a time; And moreover he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon at the word, There first came one daughter, And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother, And to hear how the water Comes down at Lodore, With its rush and its roar, As many a time They had seen it before. So I told them in rhyme, For of rhymes I had store; And...
Pagina 111 - The scene was an Oriental one ; and there also it was Easter Sunday, and very early in the morning. And at a vast distance were visible, as a stain upon the horizon, the domes and cupolas of a great city — an image of faint abstraction, caught perhaps in childhood from some picture of Jerusalem.
Pagina 227 - Strom, and in a few minutes was hurried down the coast into the 'grounds' of the fishermen. A boat picked me up, exhausted from fatigue and (now that the danger was removed) speechless from the memory of its horror. Those who drew me on board were my old mates and daily companions, but they knew me no more than they would have known a traveller from the spirit-land.