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... praising me before the people's face- My people ! How long ? Pol . Then he ' s changed - grown kind , the King ? Where can the trap be ? Cha . Heart and soul I pledge ! My father , could I guard the crown you gained , Transmit as I ...
... praising me before the people's face- My people ! How long ? Pol . Then he ' s changed - grown kind , the King ? Where can the trap be ? Cha . Heart and soul I pledge ! My father , could I guard the crown you gained , Transmit as I ...
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... praise , at least , Polyxena - no praise ! KING CHARLES : PART II . D'ORMEA seated , folding papers he has been examining . This at the last effects it : now , King Charles Or else King Victor - that's a balance : but now , D'Ormea the ...
... praise , at least , Polyxena - no praise ! KING CHARLES : PART II . D'ORMEA seated , folding papers he has been examining . This at the last effects it : now , King Charles Or else King Victor - that's a balance : but now , D'Ormea the ...
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... praise , this Rivoli Would be illumined ! While , as ' t is , no doubt , Something of stain will ever rest on you ; No one will rightly know why you refused To abdicate ; they ' ll talk of deeds you could Have done , no doubt , -nor do ...
... praise , this Rivoli Would be illumined ! While , as ' t is , no doubt , Something of stain will ever rest on you ; No one will rightly know why you refused To abdicate ; they ' ll talk of deeds you could Have done , no doubt , -nor do ...
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... praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ere we master his own ; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us ...
... praise on our part - the glimmer of twilight , Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well , for we taught him - strike gallantly , Menace our heart ere we master his own ; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us ...
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... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD - EL - KADR ...
... praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent . THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD - EL - KADR ...
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Page 82 - By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! " Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, " We'll remember at Aix " — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Page 80 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Page 106 - THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Page 110 - Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew — And, just because I was thrice as old And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals...
Page 111 - No, indeed! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love: I claim you still, for my own love's sake! Delayed it may be for more lives yet, Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few: Much is to learn, much to forget Ere the time be come for taking you.
Page 110 - It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Page 216 - O world, as God has made it ! all is beauty : And knowing this, is love, and love is duty.
Page 113 - Now, — the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Intersect and give a name to (else they run Into one) Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires...
Page 125 - Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix i' the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till the stalks of it seem a-tingle. Late August or early September, the stunning cicala is shrill, And the bees keep their tiresome whine round the resinous firs on the hill. Enough of the seasons, — I spare you the months of the fever and chill.
Page 149 - And I first played the tune all our sheep know, as, one after one, So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done.