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... light to play the same , And to walk a short way with them from Cremona ? " And so they snarl behind them , and beg them turn and come , They have taken Neuberg's standard , they have taken Diak's drum ; And along the winding Po , Beard ...
... light to play the same , And to walk a short way with them from Cremona ? " And so they snarl behind them , and beg them turn and come , They have taken Neuberg's standard , they have taken Diak's drum ; And along the winding Po , Beard ...
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... light - hearted and even jolly , where he stood in a group of society folks . He was met by a protest of fem- inine raillery : " Oh , our gloves , our candy ! Oh , Mr. Travis , to get beat that way ! " He laughed : " I'll pay all you ...
... light - hearted and even jolly , where he stood in a group of society folks . He was met by a protest of fem- inine raillery : " Oh , our gloves , our candy ! Oh , Mr. Travis , to get beat that way ! " He laughed : " I'll pay all you ...
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... light there he had never seen before . " Don't- for God's sake , don't , Richard Travis , don't tempt me here , wait till I pray , till this devil goes out of my heart . " And then in his terrible , steel - gripping way , he pulled ...
... light there he had never seen before . " Don't- for God's sake , don't , Richard Travis , don't tempt me here , wait till I pray , till this devil goes out of my heart . " And then in his terrible , steel - gripping way , he pulled ...
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... light , Or softer radiance . But where hast thou fled , Bloom of young health - life's vernal tide , that , like The sap , develops the sweet wealth of flowers ? Those knitted brows - that forehead scored with lines- Those lips ...
... light , Or softer radiance . But where hast thou fled , Bloom of young health - life's vernal tide , that , like The sap , develops the sweet wealth of flowers ? Those knitted brows - that forehead scored with lines- Those lips ...
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... light ! Why look you grave - you bring no heavy news ? GARDINER . The Christian mourns when but a sinner dies . I bear the warrant for a sinner's death : Dudley's . Wil't please you sign ? MARY . I have changed my purpose . Prepare a ...
... light ! Why look you grave - you bring no heavy news ? GARDINER . The Christian mourns when but a sinner dies . I bear the warrant for a sinner's death : Dudley's . Wil't please you sign ? MARY . I have changed my purpose . Prepare a ...
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Page 416 - NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Page 401 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,' Said then the lost Archangel, 'this the seat That we must change for Heaven, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be...
Page 425 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 210 - In speech - (which I have not) - to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, 'Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
Page 417 - And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 237 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, " This was a man !
Page 443 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Page 209 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Page 424 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Page 416 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?