All the Year RoundChapman and Hall, 1892 |
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Arthur asked Aunt Joan beautiful began Bensadi better Blenkinshaw born Bryans Brydain called Cantillon Captain CHARLES DICKENS Charles Keene Colonel Fortescue course cried Crystal Palace cuckoo dark dear Desmond door Duke of York Etrenne eyes face Fanny Farrant feel fellow felt garden Geoffrey Geoffrey Thorne Gilchurch girl grey hand happy head hear heard heart Kneller Hall knew La Guayra lady laughed light live London looked Ludgate Circus Maggie Mara marriage married Médoc mind Miss Latimer morning mother Muriel never night Nugent once Otto perhaps poor Poppy Poppy's Porphyria pretty Rector Rohan round seemed sensational novel smile soon stood story street talk tell thing Thorne thought Titania told took town Trollhattan turned Vernon voice waiting walked wife window wish woman wonder words young
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Page 90 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 416 - It was the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, till I confess it began to be something of a bore to me.
Page 29 - Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Page 474 - ... up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass — the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows — the same redbreasts that we used to call 'God's birds' because they did no harm to the precious crops.
Page 342 - Though hasty Fame hath many a chaplet culled For worthless brows, while in the pensive shade Of cold neglect she leaves thy head ungraced, Yet pure and powerful minds, hearts meek and still, A grateful few, shall love thy modest Lay, Long as the Shepherd's bleating flock shall stray O'er naked Snowdon's wide aerial waste ; Long as the thrush shall pipe on Grongar Hill ! SONNETS.
Page 280 - When Foote his leg by some misfortune broke, Says I to Johnson, all by way of joke, Sam, sir, in Paragraph will soon be clever, He'll take off Peter better now than ever.
Page 29 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 89 - I hear thee and rejoice : 0 Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near. Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me...
Page 107 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.