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... night like an innocent man , But the Bishop he nevermore slept again . In the morning , as he entered the hall , Where his picture hung against the wall , A sweat like death all over him came , For the rats had eaten it out of the frame ...
... night like an innocent man , But the Bishop he nevermore slept again . In the morning , as he entered the hall , Where his picture hung against the wall , A sweat like death all over him came , For the rats had eaten it out of the frame ...
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... night from the bedroom window by some sheets , plundered the tree , was drawn up with the pears , and then distributed them among his schoolfellows , without keeping any for himself . " He only took them , " he said , “ because every ...
... night from the bedroom window by some sheets , plundered the tree , was drawn up with the pears , and then distributed them among his schoolfellows , without keeping any for himself . " He only took them , " he said , “ because every ...
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... NIGHT we heard a dreadful alarm . A violent scream was heard from the hen - roost ; the geese all set up a cackle , and the dogs barked . Ned , the boy who lies over the stable , jumped up and ran into the yard , when he observed a fox ...
... NIGHT we heard a dreadful alarm . A violent scream was heard from the hen - roost ; the geese all set up a cackle , and the dogs barked . Ned , the boy who lies over the stable , jumped up and ran into the yard , when he observed a fox ...
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... night in the kitchen than go to his room again . The servants were almost as much alarmed as he was , and did not know what to do ; but the master , overhearing their talk , came out and insisted upon their accompanying him to the spot ...
... night in the kitchen than go to his room again . The servants were almost as much alarmed as he was , and did not know what to do ; but the master , overhearing their talk , came out and insisted upon their accompanying him to the spot ...
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... night , for it will hold us both . " me , " My dear child , " said the old mouse , " it is very fortunate that you did not go in , for this house is called a trap ; and you would never have come out again , except to be devoured or put ...
... night , for it will hold us both . " me , " My dear child , " said the old mouse , " it is very fortunate that you did not go in , for this house is called a trap ; and you would never have come out again , except to be devoured or put ...
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Alfred Anne answer basket woman beautiful birds Blue Coat School boys and girls British School BROBDINGNAG called certify Chanticleer Charles Chipping Ongar Columbus cried Deansgate door Editor's Examinations Edward EDWIN WALLER Emily Bailey emperor England ESSAYISTS IN ORDER father fear feet flowers friends garden gave George give GULLIVER hand head heard Henry Henry Cowe James John JOHN HEYWOOD king little boy live looked Lord LORD NELSON Mary master morning mother Nelson never night papers poor pray prince Prize Essayists queen Robert Catterall Robt round Sarah Sarah French Seaton sent SHILLINGS ship Sibford School Sir W. C. Trevelyan's Slaithwaite soon Sunningdale School teacher thee things Thomas Thos thou thought told took tree W. C. Trevelyan's School wife William Willie wood words writes Young Scholar
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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