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ARAUCANS Archbishop beauty Beelzebub behold bells bells of St Bishop Bruno bless blest blood bloody Judge brave breast ceste Charlemain chearful cloud Collatine cried dance dead Dear George death deeds Delia's delight Devil door eyes fair Father William fear Fleet Street gale gaze glory grave Gregory grew Gualberto hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree holy honour husband King live look'd Lord macaroons merrily Moscera never night o'er Ollanahta Painter palace PENSHURST poor Porlock prayer Prelate pride quoth Rebecca his wife rest revenge Rhine Richard Penlake Rodulfo round rung Saint Satan Sires song SONNET sorrow soul Spirits stood Strangers summer tree sweet tale tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought thro toil tower TRAVELLER Twas vengeance ween west country WOMAN wretched young youth
Side 47 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.' 'Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!' Said little Wilhelmine. 'Nay. . .nay. . .my little girl,' quoth he,
Side 45 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Side 46 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Side 173 - Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere, To those who on my leisure would intrude Reserved and rude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Side 8 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Side 174 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Side 47 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Side 6 - Another came running presently, And he was as pale as pale could be, Fly ! my lord bishop, fly ! quoth he, Ten thousand rats are coming this way — The Lord forgive you for yesterday...