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Page 124 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 10 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Page 134 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Page 11 - I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song ! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old?
Page 4 - Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world, and never could sleep.
Page 133 - Speak, father!" once again he cried, "if I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, and fast the flames rolled on.
Page 202 - Those who toil bravely are strongest The humble and poor become great; And from these brown-handed children Shall grow mighty rulers of state. The pen of the author and statesman — The noble and wise of the land — The sword and the chisel and palette Shall be held in the little brown hand.
Page 133 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead.