Little Classics: Poems, narrativeRossiter Johnson J. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay , A bed by night , a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use , The twelve good rules , the royal game of goose ; The hearth , except when winter chilled the day ...
... door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay , A bed by night , a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use , The twelve good rules , the royal game of goose ; The hearth , except when winter chilled the day ...
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... door she lays her head , And , pinched with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that ... doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no ! To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes ...
... door she lays her head , And , pinched with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that ... doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no ! To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes ...
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... doors are opened wide , And I am next of kin ; The guests are met , the feast is set : Mayst hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand : " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ...
... doors are opened wide , And I am next of kin ; The guests are met , the feast is set : Mayst hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand : " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ...
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... doors are opened wide , And I am next of kin ; The guests are met , the feast is set : Mayst hear the merry din . ” He holds him with his skinny hand : " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ...
... doors are opened wide , And I am next of kin ; The guests are met , the feast is set : Mayst hear the merry din . ” He holds him with his skinny hand : " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ...
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... door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bridemaids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer . " O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea ...
... door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bridemaids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer . " O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea ...
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Agnes Astur beneath Bingen bird blest blood blood atones bowers brave breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium cold curse Cutty-sark dark dead dear deep door dream earth EUGENE ARAM Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze green grew hand hath heard heart heaven Horatius horrid hung Kilmeny King King Arthur lady land land of mist Lars Porsena light lonely looked loud Mariner moon morn mystery the spirit never Nevermore night o'er odor pale Peri place is haunted plain as whisper Porphyro pray Quoth Quoth the raven rolling cloud rose round sails Sensitive Plant shadow ship shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft soul sound spake spirit daunted star stood sweet TAM O'SHANTER tears thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought voice wall Wedding-Guest weep wild wind wing
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Page 36 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 201 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate: " To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods...
Page 39 - ... his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. "He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. "The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 32 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Page 129 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 25 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 108 - Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Page 28 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, "A sail! a sail!" With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all.
Page 31 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Page 24 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.