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... thought both were fair , Give her blue eyes and golden hair . I might have liked her judgment well , But , as she spoke , she rung the bell , And all her girls , nor small nor few , Came marching in , their eyes were blue . — I asked a ...
... thought both were fair , Give her blue eyes and golden hair . I might have liked her judgment well , But , as she spoke , she rung the bell , And all her girls , nor small nor few , Came marching in , their eyes were blue . — I asked a ...
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... thought he was cutting a dash , As his steed went thundering by . And he may ride in the rattling gig , Or flourish the Stanhope gay , And dream that he looks exceeding big To the people that walk in the way ; But he shall think , when ...
... thought he was cutting a dash , As his steed went thundering by . And he may ride in the rattling gig , Or flourish the Stanhope gay , And dream that he looks exceeding big To the people that walk in the way ; But he shall think , when ...
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... a fiery blaze ; I saw huge fishes , boiled to rags , Bob through the bubbling brine ; And thoughts of supper crossed my soul ; I had been rash at mine . Strange sights ! strange sounds ! Oh fearful dream ! 24 EARLIER POEMS.
... a fiery blaze ; I saw huge fishes , boiled to rags , Bob through the bubbling brine ; And thoughts of supper crossed my soul ; I had been rash at mine . Strange sights ! strange sounds ! Oh fearful dream ! 24 EARLIER POEMS.
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... thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . They were so queer , so very queer , I laughed as I would die ; Albeit , in the general way , A sober man am I. I called my servant , and he came ; How kind it was of him To ...
... thought , as usual , men would say They were exceeding good . They were so queer , so very queer , I laughed as I would die ; Albeit , in the general way , A sober man am I. I called my servant , and he came ; How kind it was of him To ...
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... weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy fondly wrap My youth in its decline , And riot in the rosy lap Of thoughts that once were mine , And give the worm my little store When the last 34 EARLIER POEMS.
... weary wing Once flashing through the dews of spring . Yes , let my fancy fondly wrap My youth in its decline , And riot in the rosy lap Of thoughts that once were mine , And give the worm my little store When the last 34 EARLIER POEMS.
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Page 421 - Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'house on the hill. First a shiver, and then a thrill, Then something decidedly like a spill, And the parson was sitting upon a rock, At half past nine by the meet'n'house clock, Just the hour of the earthquake shock!
Page 419 - So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Page 393 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Page 419 - they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came: — Running as usual, much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive ; And then came fifty -and fifty-five. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer.
Page 247 - The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them I Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts...