English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... hear how the Water Comes down at Lodore , With its rush and its roar , As many a time 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 roar , As many a time 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 . 66 66 Child , as truly as we roll " Through the ...
... 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 . 66 66 Child , as truly as we roll " Through the ...
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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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Alba Longa arms Arth battle beneath bless blood bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cried dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle eyes fair falcon crest father fear fell fire flowers foes gallant glory grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy honourable Hubert HYMN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE Lochinvar look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth rest rise rose round Saint shade sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spears spirit star steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tower twas unto voice watch wave ween weep wind wing
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Сторінка 273 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Сторінка 150 - 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 220 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Сторінка 134 - 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 47 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Сторінка 205 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Сторінка 72 - 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 48 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.