English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... hear how the Water Comes down at Lodore , With its rush and its As many a time roar , They had seen it before . So I told them in rhyme , For of rhymes I had store ; And ' twas in my vocation For their recreation . That so I should sing ...
... hear how the Water Comes down at Lodore , With its rush and its As many a time roar , They had seen it before . So I told them in rhyme , For of rhymes I had store ; And ' twas in my vocation For their recreation . That so I should sing ...
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... hear , The poor folk flock'd from far and near ; The great Barn was full as it could hold Of women and children , and young and old . Then when he saw it could hold no more , Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy with ...
... hear , The poor folk flock'd from far and near ; The great Barn was full as it could hold Of women and children , and young and old . Then when he saw it could hold no more , Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy with ...
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... hear . 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 ...
... hear . 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 ...
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... hear you say , Child of mortal race , attend ; " While we run our wondrous way , " Listen ; we would be your friend ; " Teaching you that Name Divine , " By whose mighty word we shine . " Child , as truly as we roll Through the dark and ...
... hear you say , Child of mortal race , attend ; " While we run our wondrous way , " Listen ; we would be your friend ; " Teaching you that Name Divine , " By whose mighty word we shine . " Child , as truly as we roll Through the dark and ...
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... hear . SCOTT . BRANKSOME TOWER . THE feast was over in Branksome Tower , And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- No living wight , save the ...
... hear . SCOTT . BRANKSOME TOWER . THE feast was over in Branksome Tower , And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- No living wight , save the ...
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Сторінка 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Сторінка 152 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Сторінка 136 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Сторінка 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Сторінка 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 74 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Сторінка 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Сторінка 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Сторінка 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...