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... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " Poor lad , he died at Florence , quite worn out , Travelling to Naples . bridge , There is Darnley It has more ivy ; there the river ; and there Stands ...
... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " Poor lad , he died at Florence , quite worn out , Travelling to Naples . bridge , There is Darnley It has more ivy ; there the river ; and there Stands ...
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... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " But Philip chatter'd more than brook or bird ; Old Philip ; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping , like the dry High - elbow'd ...
... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " But Philip chatter'd more than brook or bird ; Old Philip ; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping , like the dry High - elbow'd ...
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... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " O darling Katie Willows , his one child ! A maiden of our century , yet most meek ; A daughter of our meadows , yet not coarse ; Straight , but as ...
... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " O darling Katie Willows , his one child ! A maiden of our century , yet most meek ; A daughter of our meadows , yet not coarse ; Straight , but as ...
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... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . Yes , men may come and go ; and these are gone , All gone . sleeps , My dearest brother , Edmund K 2 THE BROOK . 131.
... join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . Yes , men may come and go ; and these are gone , All gone . sleeps , My dearest brother , Edmund K 2 THE BROOK . 131.
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Page 2 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 82 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Page 5 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 2 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Page 52 - I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering look'd at me.
Page 23 - What could it proceed from? Not from the burnt cottage: he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip.
Page 95 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 94 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 22 - Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation,- as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs.
Page 90 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.