Saint Pauls, Zväzok 10Virtue and Company, 1872 |
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Strana 21
... thou chuckle so , Sir Fool ? " For William and Sir Foster riding once Thro ' England , with great Boblo in their rear Pricking full speed upon a bicycle , Saw on a doorstep , wailing in the wind , An infant , bare and red as Gloucester ...
... thou chuckle so , Sir Fool ? " For William and Sir Foster riding once Thro ' England , with great Boblo in their rear Pricking full speed upon a bicycle , Saw on a doorstep , wailing in the wind , An infant , bare and red as Gloucester ...
Strana 22
... thou dost see Is Codger's , his who many a day hath spent Waxing his thread and stitching shoes for men , And humming bitter songs to thy dispraise ; And I have come from an accursed Hole Deep in the dark where damned duffers herd , Led ...
... thou dost see Is Codger's , his who many a day hath spent Waxing his thread and stitching shoes for men , And humming bitter songs to thy dispraise ; And I have come from an accursed Hole Deep in the dark where damned duffers herd , Led ...
Strana 23
... thou , Sir Foster , mightiest of my knights , To - morrow sit enchair'd and judge the jousts , Nor mingle with them , for it were not well Thou shouldst contend with lesser than thyself . " And when the morning of the Tournament , By ...
... thou , Sir Foster , mightiest of my knights , To - morrow sit enchair'd and judge the jousts , Nor mingle with them , for it were not well Thou shouldst contend with lesser than thyself . " And when the morning of the Tournament , By ...
Strana 24
... thou hast won Take it and wear , but question thine own heart If thou forsooth hast gain'd it honestly . " And he , Sir Tyke , made answer red with wrath : " Thou tossest it to me too scornfully , Yet think not I have failed to see ...
... thou hast won Take it and wear , but question thine own heart If thou forsooth hast gain'd it honestly . " And he , Sir Tyke , made answer red with wrath : " Thou tossest it to me too scornfully , Yet think not I have failed to see ...
Strana 25
... thou chuckle , fool ? " And Bernalet puffed out a wreath of smoke , Saying , " Perchance to see thy chuckle - head ! Or , possibly , because I find myself , Albeit the world hath deem'd me only fool , The wisest knight of all the Table ...
... thou chuckle , fool ? " And Bernalet puffed out a wreath of smoke , Saying , " Perchance to see thy chuckle - head ! Or , possibly , because I find myself , Albeit the world hath deem'd me only fool , The wisest knight of all the Table ...
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Strana 483 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Strana 484 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
Strana 287 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strana 370 - I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Strana 297 - Let no man dream but that I love thee still Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband— not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...
Strana 321 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Strana 296 - To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past. The pang — which while I...
Strana 138 - I do not write resentfully or angrily: for I know how all these things have worked together to make me what I am : but I never afterwards forgot, I never shall forget, I never can forget, that my mother was warm for my being sent back.
Strana 296 - Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet.
Strana 295 - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent, and a far more philosophical language, than that which is frequently substituted for it by Poets, who think that they are conferring honour upon themselves and their art, in proportion as they separate themselves from the sympathies of men, and indulge in arbitrary and capricious habits of expression, in order to furnish food for fickle tastes, and fickle appetites, of their own creation...