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... King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid King Grisly - Beard King Lear and his Three Daughters 297 290 178 L. Lady Jane Grey 80 Labour , Dignity of .. 88 Launcelot , Sir , Death of 150 Lay Sermons .. .57 , 85 , 113 , 141 , 169 , 197 , 225 ...
... King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid King Grisly - Beard King Lear and his Three Daughters 297 290 178 L. Lady Jane Grey 80 Labour , Dignity of .. 88 Launcelot , Sir , Death of 150 Lay Sermons .. .57 , 85 , 113 , 141 , 169 , 197 , 225 ...
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... king and queen who grieved very much because they had no children . At last a little daughter was born , and she was so very beautiful that the king was almost beside himself for joy . Of course they must have a grand christening , and ...
... king and queen who grieved very much because they had no children . At last a little daughter was born , and she was so very beautiful that the king was almost beside himself for joy . Of course they must have a grand christening , and ...
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... king should awaken her , and they should be married together . The king was , of course , very anxious to spare his child this unhappy fate , so he made a law that no person should use a spindle till the princess was past her fifteenth ...
... king should awaken her , and they should be married together . The king was , of course , very anxious to spare his child this unhappy fate , so he made a law that no person should use a spindle till the princess was past her fifteenth ...
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... king and queen , and all the court , now awoke , and so did every living thing that felt the enchantment . Horses , dogs , cats , servants , soldiers , all of them awoke , started up , and looked about them in amazement . Then the ...
... king and queen , and all the court , now awoke , and so did every living thing that felt the enchantment . Horses , dogs , cats , servants , soldiers , all of them awoke , started up , and looked about them in amazement . Then the ...
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... King of kings , when He was born , Had not so much for outward ease ; By Him such dressings were not worn , Nor such like swaddling clothes as these . Sweet baby , then , forbear to weep ; Be still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep ...
... King of kings , when He was born , Had not so much for outward ease ; By Him such dressings were not worn , Nor such like swaddling clothes as these . Sweet baby , then , forbear to weep ; Be still , my babe ; sweet baby , sleep ...
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Стр. 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Стр. 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Стр. 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Стр. 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Стр. 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Стр. 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Стр. 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i