Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 стор. |
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Сторінка 104
... comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair ; Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh , weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ! For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave ...
... comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair ; Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh , weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ! For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave ...
Сторінка 112
... d with the face of heaven , which from afar Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : THE HAPPY MAN . And now they change ; a 112 Evening Byron.
... d with the face of heaven , which from afar Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : THE HAPPY MAN . And now they change ; a 112 Evening Byron.
Сторінка 116
... 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 . I have ventured , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , These ...
... 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 . I have ventured , Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders , These ...
Сторінка 138
... comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow . The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary , But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in ...
... comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow . The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary , But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory ; The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest , But our flower was in ...
Сторінка 162
... comes to lure the willing feet With her to stray , Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet . Near the moist brink Of music - loving streams they ever keep , And often in the lucid fountains peep ; Oft , laughing , drink ...
... comes to lure the willing feet With her to stray , Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet . Near the moist brink Of music - loving streams they ever keep , And often in the lucid fountains peep ; Oft , laughing , drink ...
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Сторінка 20 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 37 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 11 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 54 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Сторінка 77 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 15 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 196 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 74 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Сторінка 192 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Сторінка 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...