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... Fear , On ... Fisherman , The , and his Wife Flowers , On Forward , On going . Frederick and Catherine Frederick the Great and his Nephews .. French Revolution , Fable of the Fresh Air , Necessity of .. 92 22 281 206 283 141 126 125 92 ...
... Fear , On ... Fisherman , The , and his Wife Flowers , On Forward , On going . Frederick and Catherine Frederick the Great and his Nephews .. French Revolution , Fable of the Fresh Air , Necessity of .. 92 22 281 206 283 141 126 125 92 ...
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... fear , At the army of rats that was drawing near ; - For they have swum o'er the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep , And up to the tower their way is bent , To do the work for which they were sent . 11 They are ...
... fear , At the army of rats that was drawing near ; - For they have swum o'er the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep , And up to the tower their way is bent , To do the work for which they were sent . 11 They are ...
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... of the seas . Give ear unto the mariners , And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow . When the stormy , & c . LIFE OF LORD NELSON . If enemies oppose us When 16 YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND .
... of the seas . Give ear unto the mariners , And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow . When the stormy , & c . LIFE OF LORD NELSON . If enemies oppose us When 16 YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND .
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... fear not wound or scar : Our roaring guns shall teach ' em Our valour for to know , Whilst they reel on the keel , And the stormy winds do blow . And the stormy , & c . Then courage , all brave mariners , And never be dismay'd ; While ...
... fear not wound or scar : Our roaring guns shall teach ' em Our valour for to know , Whilst they reel on the keel , And the stormy winds do blow . And the stormy , & c . Then courage , all brave mariners , And never be dismay'd ; While ...
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... fear did not drive you home . " " Fear ! grand- mamma , " replied the future hero , " I never saw fear . What is it ? " Once after the winter holidays , when he and his brother William had set off on horseback to return to school , they ...
... fear did not drive you home . " " Fear ! grand- mamma , " replied the future hero , " I never saw fear . What is it ? " Once after the winter holidays , when he and his brother William had set off on horseback to return to school , they ...
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Page 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Page 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i