Fifty Famous Rides and RidersAmerican Book Company, 1916 - 303 páginas |
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... poor old piebald horse that had been brought into the forest with them , years and years before . " Dear horse , " he said , " you are old and lame and bony ; but you shall be my steed until I find a better . " Thereupon , he folded a ...
... poor old piebald horse that had been brought into the forest with them , years and years before . " Dear horse , " he said , " you are old and lame and bony ; but you shall be my steed until I find a better . " Thereupon , he folded a ...
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... poor horse wandered here and there , cropping the scattered blades of grass , while Peredur went for- ward to the tent . The door was open , and beside it sat a pretty maiden with a yellow comb in her hair and a gold ring on her finger ...
... poor horse wandered here and there , cropping the scattered blades of grass , while Peredur went for- ward to the tent . The door was open , and beside it sat a pretty maiden with a yellow comb in her hair and a gold ring on her finger ...
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... poor craven bridegroom said never a word ) , " Oh , come ye in peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ? ” " I long wooed your daughter , my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway , but ...
... poor craven bridegroom said never a word ) , " Oh , come ye in peace here , or come ye in war , Or to dance at our bridal , young Lord Lochinvar ? ” " I long wooed your daughter , my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway , but ...
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... poor miserable creature , " said Dirk , half pitying , half wishing to turn the subject ; " leave off making a beast of thyself awhile , and tell me who thou art . " " I have made no beast of myself , most noble earl of the Frisians ...
... poor miserable creature , " said Dirk , half pitying , half wishing to turn the subject ; " leave off making a beast of thyself awhile , and tell me who thou art . " " I have made no beast of myself , most noble earl of the Frisians ...
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... poor servant of our Lord Bishop , buying a nag or two for his lord- ship's priests . Do you know of any man who has horses to sell hereabouts ? " " There are horses in the fen yonder , " quoth Dirk , who knew that churchmen were likely ...
... poor servant of our Lord Bishop , buying a nag or two for his lord- ship's priests . Do you know of any man who has horses to sell hereabouts ? " " There are horses in the fen yonder , " quoth Dirk , who knew that churchmen were likely ...
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Página 103 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled,— How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Página 73 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about. On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Página 36 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
Página 76 - So, turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Página 161 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth; Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed, and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Página 75 - But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 225 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 132 - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, Looked for the coming that might not be.
Página 70 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 35 - When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swims, Between dark stems the forest glows, I hear a noise of hymns. Then by some secret shrine I ride; I hear a voice, but none are there; The stalls are void, the doors are wida, The tapers burning fair.