Essays in Little

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Scribner's, 1891 - 205 pages
 

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Page 170 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
Page 174 - ... thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Page 174 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Page 170 - They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Page 187 - CHIPS FROM A GERMAN WORKSHOP. Vol. I., Essays on the Science of Religion — Vol. II., Essays on Mythology, Traditions and Customs — Vol. III., Essays on Literature, Biographies and Antiquities — Vol.
Page 36 - Her name is never heard, My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word : From sport to sport they hurry me To banish my regret: And when they win a smile from me, They think that I forget. They bid me seek in change of scene The charms that others see; But were I in a foreign land, They'd find no change in me...
Page 128 - There were forty craft in Aves that were both swift and stout, All furnished well with small arms and cannons round about; And a thousand men in Aves made laws so fair and free To choose their valiant captains and obey them loyally.
Page 83 - Ah, friend, if once escaped from this battle we were for ever to be ageless and immortal, neither would I fight myself in the foremost ranks, nor would I send thee into the war that giveth men renown, but now — for assuredly ten thousand fates of death do every way beset us, and these no mortal may escape nor avoid — now let us go forward, whether we shall give glory to other men, or others to us.
Page 119 - ... pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favor.
Page 87 - With sanguine drops the walls are rubied round ! Thick swarms the spacious hall with howling ghosts, To people Orcus, and the burning coasts ! Nor gives the sun his golden orb to roll, But universal night usurps the pole!

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