Little Classics: Poems, narrativeRossiter Johnson J. R. Osgood, 1875 |
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... once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labor spread her wholesome store , Just gave what life required , but gave no more ...
... once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labor spread her wholesome store , Just gave what life required , but gave no more ...
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Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs and God ...
Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs and God ...
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... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
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... once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talked with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
... once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talked with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
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... these thy serious thoughts ? —Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , B Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 17.
... these thy serious thoughts ? —Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , B Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 17.
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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.