The Copeland ReaderCharles Townsend Copeland C. Scribner's sons, 1926 - 1687 pages |
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... head . And please do not think that when I thus seem to bracket myself with you I am wholly blinded with vanity . Jess is beyond my frontier line ; I could not touch her skirt ; I have no such glamour on my pen . I am a capable artist ...
... head . And please do not think that when I thus seem to bracket myself with you I am wholly blinded with vanity . Jess is beyond my frontier line ; I could not touch her skirt ; I have no such glamour on my pen . I am a capable artist ...
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... head caused deep curling locks to flow , like the hyacinth flower . And as when some skillful man overlays gold upon silver - one that Hephæstus and Pallas Athene have taught all manner of craft , and full of grace is his handiwork ...
... head caused deep curling locks to flow , like the hyacinth flower . And as when some skillful man overlays gold upon silver - one that Hephæstus and Pallas Athene have taught all manner of craft , and full of grace is his handiwork ...
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... head . And then that queen said : Ah , dear brother , why have ye tarried so long from me ? alas , this wound on your head hath caught over - much cold . And so then they rowed from the land , and Sir Bedivere beheld all those ladies go ...
... head . And then that queen said : Ah , dear brother , why have ye tarried so long from me ? alas , this wound on your head hath caught over - much cold . And so then they rowed from the land , and Sir Bedivere beheld all those ladies go ...
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... head lies . " As he stooped to lay himself along , and reclined his head , his face being towards the east , the headsman spread his own cloak under him . After a little pause , he gave the sign that he was ready for the stroke by ...
... head lies . " As he stooped to lay himself along , and reclined his head , his face being towards the east , the headsman spread his own cloak under him . After a little pause , he gave the sign that he was ready for the stroke by ...
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... head upon your lap ? Oph . Ay , my lord . Ham . Do you think I meant country matters ? Oph . I think nothing , my lord . Ham . That's a fair thought to lie be- tween maid's legs . Oph . What is , my lord ? Ham . Nothing . Oph . You are ...
... head upon your lap ? Oph . Ay , my lord . Ham . Do you think I meant country matters ? Oph . I think nothing , my lord . Ham . That's a fair thought to lie be- tween maid's legs . Oph . What is , my lord ? Ham . Nothing . Oph . You are ...
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Apollyon beauty better Bonny Dundee Bouillabaisse breath cried Crito Dang dark Dark Rosaleen dead dear death door doth dream earth eyes face fair father fear fire flowers gentleman give gone hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour king King Arthur knew lady Lady of Shalott laugh leave light live Long Melford looked lord Markheim Master of Ballantrae mind morning mother never night o'er Odysseus once passed Pickwick Polonius poor pray Puff Queen Redgauntlet replied round silent sing Sir Bedivere Sir Fret Sir Lucan Sisera sleep smile Sneer soul speak spirit stood struldbrugs sweet Tabary tears tell thee There's things thou thought Tiny Tim took turned unto voice walk wind wine Winkle woman word young youth
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Page 30 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Page 443 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 135 - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state...
Page 531 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star.
Page 369 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 225 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 785 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
Page 292 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 795 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day ? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before.
Page 360 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.