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Page 153 - Wessex foes have left behind Nor stuff) nor store, nor mark of living thing. Bind on thy sword and call thy men to arms! Thy boiling blood will bubble in thy veins, When thou hast heard it is the tower of Boruth.
Page 352 - E'en in the full light of my torch-clad walls, A horrid spectre rises to my sight, Close by my side, and plain and palpable, In all good seeming and close circumstance, As man meets man.
Page 375 - I there is nothing so interesting to me as to trace the course of a prosperous man through this varied world. First, he is seen like a little stream, wearing its shallow bed through the grass, circling and winding, and gleaning up its treasures from every twinkling rill as it passes; further on...
Page 305 - The new-waked child at early play, Who barefoot prints the dewy green, Winking to the sunny sheen ; And the meek maid who binds her yellow hair, And blithely doth her daily task prepare.
Page 204 - It may be so : youth finds no obstacle, But I am old. Full many a storm on this grey head has beat; And now, on my high station do I stand, Like the tired watchman in his air-rock'd tower, Who looketh for the hour of his release. I'm sick of worldly broils, and fain would rest With those who war no more. One gleam of light Did sweetly cheer the ev'ning of my day: Edward, my son...
Page 305 - Who welcome in the evening grey? The housewife trim and merry lout, Who sit the blazing fire about; The sage a conning o'er his book ; The tired wight, in rushy nook, Who half asleep, but faintly hears The gossip's tale hum in his ears ; The loosen...
Page 190 - ... had reduced his age from thirty to twenty-one. Altogether it was a great night for Gaul, and thereupon the victorious Mme. Bernhardt, much encouraged, invaded England with her popinjay Hamlet, and actually exhibited him in the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre at Stratford-upon-Avon. VI. MACBETH.