Little Classics, Volume 13Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labor spread her wholesome store , Just gave what life required , but gave no more ...
... once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labor spread her wholesome store , Just gave what life required , but gave no more ...
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Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs and God ...
Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs and God ...
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... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
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... once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talked with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
... once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talked with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
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... Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , B Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 17.
... Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , B Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 17.
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Page 32 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. "I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Page 148 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, ' Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !
Page 26 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 41 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Page 40 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 207 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page 46 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 31 - I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.' 'Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropped not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Page 7 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 34 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.