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Strana 14
... died , fighting for the Greeks , in 1824 , at the age of 37. The following extract is from " Childe Harold . " Now welcome , thou dread power ! 1 Nameless , yet thus omnipotent , " which here Walk'st in the shadow of the midnight hour ...
... died , fighting for the Greeks , in 1824 , at the age of 37. The following extract is from " Childe Harold . " Now welcome , thou dread power ! 1 Nameless , yet thus omnipotent , " which here Walk'st in the shadow of the midnight hour ...
Strana 21
... died , in 1324 . 4 vermilion , a bright scarlet colour obtained from small insects that live on the cactus plant in Mexico , & c . They are called the cochineal insect . There are many British species , but they do not yield dyes ...
... died , in 1324 . 4 vermilion , a bright scarlet colour obtained from small insects that live on the cactus plant in Mexico , & c . They are called the cochineal insect . There are many British species , but they do not yield dyes ...
Strana 22
... died , after years of lingering , in 1839. His poems were published in 1864 . 1 To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the clarion's note is high ! To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the big drum makes reply ! Ere this hath Lucas ...
... died , after years of lingering , in 1839. His poems were published in 1864 . 1 To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the clarion's note is high ! To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the big drum makes reply ! Ere this hath Lucas ...
Strana 23
... died in London in 1682 . White Guy , Sir Nicholas's horse . The raven , & c . , in anticipation of the coming slaughter . Marston Moor , near York . The battle was fought on the 2nd July , 1644 , between Prince Rupert for the King , and ...
... died in London in 1682 . White Guy , Sir Nicholas's horse . The raven , & c . , in anticipation of the coming slaughter . Marston Moor , near York . The battle was fought on the 2nd July , 1644 , between Prince Rupert for the King , and ...
Strana 28
... Died , 1780 . 12 Koran , the Sacred Book of the Ma- homedans . 13 Caillie , a Frenchman who travelled to Timbuctoo , about 50 years ago . 14 Mahomet , the founder of Mahome- danism . He was born , A.D. 570 , at Mecca ; died at Medina ...
... Died , 1780 . 12 Koran , the Sacred Book of the Ma- homedans . 13 Caillie , a Frenchman who travelled to Timbuctoo , about 50 years ago . 14 Mahomet , the founder of Mahome- danism . He was born , A.D. 570 , at Mecca ; died at Medina ...
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Strana 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Strana 16 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Strana 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Strana 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Strana 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Strana 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
Strana 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
Strana 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...