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... honour . We remember love ourselves In our sweet youth : there did a compact pass Long summers back , a kind of ceremony- I think the year in which our olives fail'd . I would you had her , Prince , with all my heart , With my full ...
... honour . We remember love ourselves In our sweet youth : there did a compact pass Long summers back , a kind of ceremony- I think the year in which our olives fail'd . I would you had her , Prince , with all my heart , With my full ...
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... honour , these their lives . " Ah , fear me not " Replied Melissa " no - I would not tell , No , not for all Aspasia's cleverness , No , not to answer , Madam , all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . " " Be it so ...
... honour , these their lives . " Ah , fear me not " Replied Melissa " no - I would not tell , No , not for all Aspasia's cleverness , No , not to answer , Madam , all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . " " Be it so ...
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... honour once ; She wept her true eyes blind for such a one , A rogue of canzonets and serenades . I loved her . Peace be with her . She is dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often ...
... honour once ; She wept her true eyes blind for such a one , A rogue of canzonets and serenades . I loved her . Peace be with her . She is dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often ...
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... honour : every captain waits Hungry for honour , angry for his king . More 118 THE PRINCESS ;
... honour : every captain waits Hungry for honour , angry for his king . More 118 THE PRINCESS ;
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... honour , if ye will . It needs must be for honour if at all : Since , what decision ? if we fail , we fail , And if we win , we fail : she would not keep Her compact . " " Sdeath ! but we will send to her , " Said Arac , " worthy ...
... honour , if ye will . It needs must be for honour if at all : Since , what decision ? if we fail , we fail , And if we win , we fail : she would not keep Her compact . " " Sdeath ! but we will send to her , " Said Arac , " worthy ...
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Página 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Página 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Página 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Página 160 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Página 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Página 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Página 71 - The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dyin£, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Página 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Página 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.