Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 71866 |
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... cold ; And if you indeed get the best of the strife You're free of my dish and my cellar for life . " And so ' twixt the two men the bargain was struck , And the farmer wished Larry " good night and good luck . " Now Larry he thought ...
... cold ; And if you indeed get the best of the strife You're free of my dish and my cellar for life . " And so ' twixt the two men the bargain was struck , And the farmer wished Larry " good night and good luck . " Now Larry he thought ...
Pagina 51
... cold , and raise our silken tents in summer's glare , while our souls are hungering and thirsting for the ambrosia and the nectar beyond our tethered reach . We are held fast by honour , virtue , fidelity , pity , -ties which we dare ...
... cold , and raise our silken tents in summer's glare , while our souls are hungering and thirsting for the ambrosia and the nectar beyond our tethered reach . We are held fast by honour , virtue , fidelity , pity , -ties which we dare ...
Pagina 56
... kingdom , " Parson dear ? Ah nay , ah nay ? That must be like the country - which I fear : I saw the country once , one summer day , And I would rather die in London here ! For I was sick of hunger , cold , and 56 Liz .
... kingdom , " Parson dear ? Ah nay , ah nay ? That must be like the country - which I fear : I saw the country once , one summer day , And I would rather die in London here ! For I was sick of hunger , cold , and 56 Liz .
Pagina 57
Penny readings Joseph Edwards Carpenter. For I was sick of hunger , cold , and strife , And took a sudden fancy in my head To try the country , and to earn my bread Out among fields , where I had heard one's life Was easier and brighter ...
Penny readings Joseph Edwards Carpenter. For I was sick of hunger , cold , and strife , And took a sudden fancy in my head To try the country , and to earn my bread Out among fields , where I had heard one's life Was easier and brighter ...
Pagina 58
... cold darkness under - ground ; And I shall waken up in time , may be , Better and stronger , not afraid to see The great , still Light that folds Him round and round ! See ! there's the sunset creeping through the pane— How cool and ...
... cold darkness under - ground ; And I shall waken up in time , may be , Better and stronger , not afraid to see The great , still Light that folds Him round and round ! See ! there's the sunset creeping through the pane— How cool and ...
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bear beautiful believe born bright bring bull candlestick child close cold comes cried dark daughter dear death Dervise Doctor earth Ellerton eyes face fair father fear feel fire followed fortune gave give gold gone hand head hear heard heart heaven hold holy honour hope horse hour John keep kind known Lady land leave letter light live look Lord Lydia Mabel mark master mean mind morning nature never night o'er once pass perhaps poor rest round side smile soul speak sure sweet Talent tears tell thee thing thou thought told took true turn voice wife wish wonder young
Populaire passages
Pagina 245 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 211 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear, That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
Pagina 127 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through), You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Pagina 208 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded — and the silence came — " Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...
Pagina 169 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Pagina 246 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Pagina 245 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 210 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Pagina 210 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Pagina 167 - OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen. Returning from his...