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... do not crown his head ? Where are not buried English dead ? Now even at Ulundi . At last poor Chelmsford , worn and tried , With racking brain and wounded pride , To victory has turned the tide , All honour to Battle of Ulundi . 7.
... do not crown his head ? Where are not buried English dead ? Now even at Ulundi . At last poor Chelmsford , worn and tried , With racking brain and wounded pride , To victory has turned the tide , All honour to Battle of Ulundi . 7.
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... poor daughter of northern mists hope to understand of the children of the glorious south ! Bang ! bang ! there goes the bell for table d'hôte , as we enter the garden , and agitated waiters are flying about , trying to drive in the ...
... poor daughter of northern mists hope to understand of the children of the glorious south ! Bang ! bang ! there goes the bell for table d'hôte , as we enter the garden , and agitated waiters are flying about , trying to drive in the ...
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... poor old friend , crushed beneath the cloak of lead ? Methought ' twas e'en likely royal John might make a heavy crown , and weigh down thy fragile body beneath its weight . ' 6 Ay , like enough , and yet methinks I too might be equal ...
... poor old friend , crushed beneath the cloak of lead ? Methought ' twas e'en likely royal John might make a heavy crown , and weigh down thy fragile body beneath its weight . ' 6 Ay , like enough , and yet methinks I too might be equal ...
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... poor hapless bird , caged , confined , thy wings clipped ? ' ' Oh ! my brother , all , all I possess I would gladly and willingly give thee , ' she cried , passionately , ' to save thee . Our poor mother ! She will die of grief ! Oh ...
... poor hapless bird , caged , confined , thy wings clipped ? ' ' Oh ! my brother , all , all I possess I would gladly and willingly give thee , ' she cried , passionately , ' to save thee . Our poor mother ! She will die of grief ! Oh ...
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... higher , The white - robed cherub choir Drown our poor footsteps in their heavenly song ; Reward , reward is plenteous where the fight is long . THE CHILDREN'S PAGE . TODDLES AND PODDLES . ' OH 30 Oxford High School Magazine .
... higher , The white - robed cherub choir Drown our poor footsteps in their heavenly song ; Reward , reward is plenteous where the fight is long . THE CHILDREN'S PAGE . TODDLES AND PODDLES . ' OH 30 Oxford High School Magazine .
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Page 330 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death \ whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 138 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Page 124 - QUAND vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle, Assise auprès du feu, dévidant et filant, Direz chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant: Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle.
Page 330 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 36 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 378 - everywhere Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life, Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss Of science, and the secrets of the mind...
Page 432 - Let visions of the night or of the day Come, as they will; and many a time they come, Until this earth he walks on seems not earth, This light that strikes his eyeball is not light, This air that smites his forehead is not air But vision — yea, his very hand and foot — In moments when he feels he cannot die, And knows himself no vision to himself, Nor the high God a vision, nor that One Who rose again: ye have seen what ye have seen.
Page 137 - The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!
Page 407 - I have no genius to disputes in religion : and have often thought it wisdom to decline them, especially upon a disadvantage, or when the cause of truth might suffer in the weakness of my patronage. Where we desire to be informed, 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves ; but, to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.
Page 431 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?