The Christmas tree [ed. by G.F. Pardon].

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George Frederick Pardon
1856

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Página 144 - Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside — For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide; Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
Página 145 - He told how murderers walk the earth Beneath the curse of Cain, — With crimson clouds before their eyes, And flames about their brain • For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain !
Página 147 - And now from forth the frowning sky, from the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice of the blood-avenging sprite : ' Thou guilty man, take up thy dead, and hide it from my sight...
Página 143 - TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds, And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only...
Página 146 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold : Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold ! "Two sudden blows with ragged stick.
Página 88 - Such as gleam in ancient lore ; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore ! Most of all, the Spanish ballad Haunts me oft, and tarries long, Of the noble Count Arnaldos And the sailor's mystic song.
Página 149 - With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man! "And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other where; As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there: And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare!
Página 149 - As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep : Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.
Página 145 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, — Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside the lad, And...
Página 118 - Who, when he saw the first sand or ashes, by a casual intenseness of heat, melted into a metalline form, rugged with excrescences, and clouded with impurities, would have imagined, that in this shapeless lump lay concealed so many...

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