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... never afraid to look a white man in the face . " Mahtocheega himself does not seem to have taken any offence , but Shonka , a hostile chief took occasion to taunt him . " The Englishman , " he said , " knows that you are but half a man ...
... never afraid to look a white man in the face . " Mahtocheega himself does not seem to have taken any offence , but Shonka , a hostile chief took occasion to taunt him . " The Englishman , " he said , " knows that you are but half a man ...
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... never knight on ground mote3 be with him compared . Sometimes , with early morn , he mounted gay The hunter - steed , exulting , o'er the dale , And drew the roseate breath of orient day ; Sometimes , retiring to the secret vale , Yclad ...
... never knight on ground mote3 be with him compared . Sometimes , with early morn , he mounted gay The hunter - steed , exulting , o'er the dale , And drew the roseate breath of orient day ; Sometimes , retiring to the secret vale , Yclad ...
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... never fall unawares in love with this tamed viper , which may seem a bright and harmless creature of God , until , as , alas ! too many of the strong and the gifted and the noble who have been wounded by it can testify 58 SIXTH READING ...
... never fall unawares in love with this tamed viper , which may seem a bright and harmless creature of God , until , as , alas ! too many of the strong and the gifted and the noble who have been wounded by it can testify 58 SIXTH READING ...
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... never blent its waters with the ocean . Passing beautiful , too , are they , filled with a changeful loveliness of bright - coloured flowers and pendent ferns and darting dragon - flies ; while creeping bindweeds knot them- selves round ...
... never blent its waters with the ocean . Passing beautiful , too , are they , filled with a changeful loveliness of bright - coloured flowers and pendent ferns and darting dragon - flies ; while creeping bindweeds knot them- selves round ...
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... never finished , is deservedly famous . He died in 1859 , and was buried in Westminster Abbey . Before his death he was raised to the peerage as Lord Macaulay . This ballad , written in 1824 , while he was at Cambridge , is supposed to ...
... never finished , is deservedly famous . He died in 1859 , and was buried in Westminster Abbey . Before his death he was raised to the peerage as Lord Macaulay . This ballad , written in 1824 , while he was at Cambridge , is supposed to ...
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Page 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 16 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Page 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Page 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
Page 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
Page 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...