Oak Apples: Otherwise, Double Acrostics and Buried CitiesHatchard, 1868 - 84 oldal |
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... quoth he : ' Penelophon , O King , ' quoth she : With that she made a low curtsie . ' 2. A king of Mercia . 3. Regions of thick - ribbed ice . ' 4. Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung . ' II . 1. ' O that those lips had ...
... quoth he : ' Penelophon , O King , ' quoth she : With that she made a low curtsie . ' 2. A king of Mercia . 3. Regions of thick - ribbed ice . ' 4. Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung . ' II . 1. ' O that those lips had ...
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... quoth he : ' Penelophon , O King , ' quoth she : With that she made a low curtsie . ' 2. A king of Mercia . 3. Regions of thick - ribbed ice . ' 4. Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung . ' II . 1. O that those lips had ...
... quoth he : ' Penelophon , O King , ' quoth she : With that she made a low curtsie . ' 2. A king of Mercia . 3. Regions of thick - ribbed ice . ' 4. Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung . ' II . 1. O that those lips had ...
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... quoth he , shalt be my wife , And honoured for my queene : With thee I meane to lead 6 my As shortly will be seene ! ' 3. Giant in art . 4. Polynesian . life , 74 Her Implement . 1. As sure as eggs is eggs . ' 2. Wants a pin . 3. A ...
... quoth he , shalt be my wife , And honoured for my queene : With thee I meane to lead 6 my As shortly will be seene ! ' 3. Giant in art . 4. Polynesian . life , 74 Her Implement . 1. As sure as eggs is eggs . ' 2. Wants a pin . 3. A ...
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a-year Bismarck blood blue Buried Cities Cæsar Captain Charity cockneys Comes to nought comfort D. Y. II deed demain Double Acrostics E'en Erin's Espère Est-il Fair lady Faithless of man's fame fate father favourite flowers Fluting fool glorious Golden goose grace grove hand heaven Hebrew hero hope hurre Indian Isis King land Lord lost maid malformation Of creation man's best merry nine gods Noah's ark noble nymph o'er o'ergrown once PARISH peace Poor proud Pupil-Teacher Queen quoth Remorseless Rhine river Roman Emperor seen shining shore solemn stitch stout strange Sweet Swift sword taught at school thee Thick-ribbed thing thou thunder thy heart thy name Thy wheel toil toll the bell Turn thy Twas Unwillingly to school waif waves weakness weeping wild word
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51. oldal - You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right?" "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
43. oldal - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
44. oldal - For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
66. oldal - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations.
44. oldal - Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. 'Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate.
46. oldal - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
78. oldal - He heard it, but he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
61. oldal - Till every pulse beat true to airs divine ; Till every limb obey the mounting soul, The mounting soul, the call by Jesus given. He who the stormy heart can so control, The laggard body soon will waft to Heaven.
12. oldal - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt...
29. oldal - In matters of commerce, the fault of the Dutch Is giving too little and asking too much; With equal advantage the French are content: So we'll clap on Dutch bottoms a twenty per cent.