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Charles Stuart Calverley. The people said that she was blue : But I was green , and loved her dearly . She was approaching thirty - two ; And I was then eleven , nearly . I did not love as others do ; ( None ever did that I've heard tell ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. The people said that she was blue : But I was green , and loved her dearly . She was approaching thirty - two ; And I was then eleven , nearly . I did not love as others do ; ( None ever did that I've heard tell ...
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... Green Griffin , The nut - brown ale and the fine old gin Right pleasantly they do suck . " " Now rede me aright , thou stout portèr , What were it best that I should do : For woe is me , an I reach not there Or ever the clock strike two ...
... Green Griffin , The nut - brown ale and the fine old gin Right pleasantly they do suck . " " Now rede me aright , thou stout portèr , What were it best that I should do : For woe is me , an I reach not there Or ever the clock strike two ...
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... ( Listening , at the same time , isn't Quite the same as saying Yes ) . Once , a happy child , I carolled O'er green lawns the whole day through , Not unpleasingly apparelled In a tightish suit of blue : OF MAKING A FORTUNE . 35.
... ( Listening , at the same time , isn't Quite the same as saying Yes ) . Once , a happy child , I carolled O'er green lawns the whole day through , Not unpleasingly apparelled In a tightish suit of blue : OF MAKING A FORTUNE . 35.
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... green shores , Lucerne ? And years have past , and I have gazed once more On blue lakes glistening beneath mountains blue ; And all seemed sadder , lovelier than before- For all awakened memories of you . Oh ! had I had you by my side ...
... green shores , Lucerne ? And years have past , and I have gazed once more On blue lakes glistening beneath mountains blue ; And all seemed sadder , lovelier than before- For all awakened memories of you . Oh ! had I had you by my side ...
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... green slopes of Arcadia burned With all the lustre of the dying day , And on Citharon's brow the reaper turned , ( Humming , of course , in his delightful way , How Lycidas was dead , and how concerned The Nymphs were when they saw his ...
... green slopes of Arcadia burned With all the lustre of the dying day , And on Citharon's brow the reaper turned , ( Humming , of course , in his delightful way , How Lycidas was dead , and how concerned The Nymphs were when they saw his ...
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112 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake : "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Anow of such as, for their bellies...
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tempered to the oaten flute Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; And old Damoetas loved to hear our song. But, oh! the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine, Arrange the board and brim the glass ; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat ; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by ; We keep the day.