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... Baron Pinaldi . The other was a young man over whom twenty summers had scarcely sped . His countenance was of that light , open , and joyous appearance , with a gay , laughing eye , sparkling with hope and pleasure , which easily told ...
... Baron Pinaldi . The other was a young man over whom twenty summers had scarcely sped . His countenance was of that light , open , and joyous appearance , with a gay , laughing eye , sparkling with hope and pleasure , which easily told ...
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... Baron , for your golden opinion , for I have heard very few ever gain from your lips such an un- qualified approbation . Tell me , how- ever for tell me you must , as you know I cannot bear contradiction what nobler study do you allude ...
... Baron , for your golden opinion , for I have heard very few ever gain from your lips such an un- qualified approbation . Tell me , how- ever for tell me you must , as you know I cannot bear contradiction what nobler study do you allude ...
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... Baron to follow , he dashed towards the scene of conflagration , clearing with a single bound the stream which sepa- rated the road from the field on which stood the cottage . In a few minutes he arrived before the burning ele- ment ...
... Baron to follow , he dashed towards the scene of conflagration , clearing with a single bound the stream which sepa- rated the road from the field on which stood the cottage . In a few minutes he arrived before the burning ele- ment ...
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... Baron- " Thus by the hands of a tyrant's minions die all that are fair and bright . How long will the proud nobility of thy soil , oh , Italy ! sleep in their dream of slavery and infamy ? " ALL Padua was astir , and in a state of ...
... Baron- " Thus by the hands of a tyrant's minions die all that are fair and bright . How long will the proud nobility of thy soil , oh , Italy ! sleep in their dream of slavery and infamy ? " ALL Padua was astir , and in a state of ...
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... barons who , in the middle ages , required not so much adornment of beauty for their palaces as they did strength to ... Baron Pinaldi and several friends , ushered into a room , in which was seated , before a square table strewed with ...
... barons who , in the middle ages , required not so much adornment of beauty for their palaces as they did strength to ... Baron Pinaldi and several friends , ushered into a room , in which was seated , before a square table strewed with ...
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Page 342 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate, She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near ;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.
Page 345 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 346 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Page 346 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 345 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 346 - Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd ? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd.
Page 346 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 339 - But these are the days of advance, the works of the men of mind, When who but a fool would have faith in a tradesman's ware or his word? Is it peace or war? Civil war, as I think, and that of a kind The viler, as underhand, not openly bearing the sword.
Page 339 - Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows ? we are ashes and dust. IX Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not all men lie ; Peace in her vineyard — yes!
Page 288 - The ants' republic, and the realm of bees ; How those in common all their wealth bestow, And anarchy without confusion know ; And these for ever, though a monarch reign, Their separate cells and properties maintain.