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... Killing a Bird 77 Beau's Reply To the Crow returning Home 91 78 The Grasshopper 91 Incident in the Life of a Pet To the Cuckoo 92 Dog 79 Ode to the Cuckoo 93 To Flush , my Dog 80 The Nightingale 94 On my Dove 81 To a Skylark 94 ...
... Killing a Bird 77 Beau's Reply To the Crow returning Home 91 78 The Grasshopper 91 Incident in the Life of a Pet To the Cuckoo 92 Dog 79 Ode to the Cuckoo 93 To Flush , my Dog 80 The Nightingale 94 On my Dove 81 To a Skylark 94 ...
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... kill almost any other animal whatever . Now and then , however , they go out upon hunting expeditions after reindeer , or bears , or seals , and these they enjoy amazingly , both on account of their great love of the chase , and because ...
... kill almost any other animal whatever . Now and then , however , they go out upon hunting expeditions after reindeer , or bears , or seals , and these they enjoy amazingly , both on account of their great love of the chase , and because ...
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... killed for them , on condition that in case distress obliged us to resort again to that expedient , the next dog killed should be one of the Esquimaux team . They replied that they should be glad of it , if 42 STANDARD ' READER . THE FIFTH ...
... killed for them , on condition that in case distress obliged us to resort again to that expedient , the next dog killed should be one of the Esquimaux team . They replied that they should be glad of it , if 42 STANDARD ' READER . THE FIFTH ...
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... killed , she went to some distance from the ship , and then , rushing through the water , struck her head against the stern of the vessel with the greatest violence . So great was the force of the shock that several of the timbers were ...
... killed , she went to some distance from the ship , and then , rushing through the water , struck her head against the stern of the vessel with the greatest violence . So great was the force of the shock that several of the timbers were ...
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... KILLING A BIRD . A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have kill'd a tiny bird , Which flew not till to - day ; Against my orders , whom ...
... KILLING A BIRD . A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have kill'd a tiny bird , Which flew not till to - day ; Against my orders , whom ...
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Popular passages
Page 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.