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Page 87
... Roses , ranged in valiant row , I will never think that she passed you by ! She loves you noble roses , I know ; But yonder , see , where the rock - plants lie ! III . This flower she stopped at , finger on lip , Stooped over , in doubt ...
... Roses , ranged in valiant row , I will never think that she passed you by ! She loves you noble roses , I know ; But yonder , see , where the rock - plants lie ! III . This flower she stopped at , finger on lip , Stooped over , in doubt ...
Page 88
... Roses , if I live and do well , IV . I may bring her , one of these days , To fix you fast with as fine a spell , Fit you each with his Spanish phrase ; But do not detain me now ; for she lingers There , like sunshine over the ground ...
... Roses , if I live and do well , IV . I may bring her , one of these days , To fix you fast with as fine a spell , Fit you each with his Spanish phrase ; But do not detain me now ; for she lingers There , like sunshine over the ground ...
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... Roses , you are not so fair after all ! II . SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS . I. Plague take all your pedants , say I ! He who wrote what I hold in my hand , Centuries back was so good as to die , Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land ...
... Roses , you are not so fair after all ! II . SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS . I. Plague take all your pedants , say I ! He who wrote what I hold in my hand , Centuries back was so good as to die , Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land ...
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... rose has prior claims— Needs its leaden vase filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its flames ! II . At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather , Sort of season , time of year : Not a ...
... rose has prior claims— Needs its leaden vase filled brimming ? Hell dry you up with its flames ! II . At the meal we sit together : Salve tibi ! I must hear Wise talk of the kind of weather , Sort of season , time of year : Not a ...
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... rose - acacia We ' re so proud of ! Hy , Zy , Hine . . . ' St , there's Vespers ! Plena gratiâ Ave , Virgo ! Gr - r - r - you swine ! THE LABORATORY . ANCIEN RÉGIME . I. Now that I , tying thy glass mask tightly , May gaze thro ' these ...
... rose - acacia We ' re so proud of ! Hy , Zy , Hine . . . ' St , there's Vespers ! Plena gratiâ Ave , Virgo ! Gr - r - r - you swine ! THE LABORATORY . ANCIEN RÉGIME . I. Now that I , tying thy glass mask tightly , May gaze thro ' these ...
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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.