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... fair , Thyself how wondrous then ! Has God , thou fool ! worked solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? Ex . 7. Lingua - palatals ( d , 1 , n , r * , s * , sh , t , z * ) . Formed by the application of the ...
... fair , Thyself how wondrous then ! Has God , thou fool ! worked solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? Ex . 7. Lingua - palatals ( d , 1 , n , r * , s * , sh , t , z * ) . Formed by the application of the ...
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... fair St. George , Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Upon them ! Victory sits on our helms . Strike - till the last armed foe expires ; Strike for your altars and your fires ; Strike - for the green graves of your sires , God ...
... fair St. George , Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Upon them ! Victory sits on our helms . Strike - till the last armed foe expires ; Strike for your altars and your fires ; Strike - for the green graves of your sires , God ...
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... fair nature with hard - favoured rage . On ! on ! you noblest English , Whose blood is fetched from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers , that like so many Alexanders , Have in these parts , from morn till even fought , And sheathed their ...
... fair nature with hard - favoured rage . On ! on ! you noblest English , Whose blood is fetched from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers , that like so many Alexanders , Have in these parts , from morn till even fought , And sheathed their ...
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... . Now by the lips of those we love , fair gentlemen of France , Charge for the Golden Lilies , -upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thousand spears 36 ELOCUTION . The Battle of the League.
... . Now by the lips of those we love , fair gentlemen of France , Charge for the Golden Lilies , -upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thousand spears 36 ELOCUTION . The Battle of the League.
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... fair dealing , I deem too high of it to endure that its name should , by a strange perversion , be prostituted to the use of men who live by treachery , rapine , torture , and murder ! I spoke literally and advisedly ; I meant to use no ...
... fair dealing , I deem too high of it to endure that its name should , by a strange perversion , be prostituted to the use of men who live by treachery , rapine , torture , and murder ! I spoke literally and advisedly ; I meant to use no ...
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Страница 64 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Страница 84 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Страница 38 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Страница 15 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Страница 83 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 68 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Страница 85 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Страница 83 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune. In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Страница 75 - They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd ; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash, he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings...
Страница 74 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.