English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
З цієї книги
Результати 6-10 із 30
Сторінка 86
... friend to close his eyes . With downcast look the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of fate below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That ...
... friend to close his eyes . With downcast look the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of fate below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That ...
Сторінка 93
... friend : He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O ...
... friend : He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O ...
Сторінка 101
... friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear , All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry , And even the ranks of Tuscany Could ...
... friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear , All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry , And even the ranks of Tuscany Could ...
Сторінка 107
... friendship or in war , As our Sovereign Lord , King Henry , the soldier of Navarre ? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep , weep , and rend your hair for those who never shall return . Ho ! Philip , send , for charity ...
... friendship or in war , As our Sovereign Lord , King Henry , the soldier of Navarre ? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep , weep , and rend your hair for those who never shall return . Ho ! Philip , send , for charity ...
Сторінка 116
... friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God . THE BARD . I. " RUIN seize thee , ruthless king ...
... friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God . THE BARD . I. " RUIN seize thee , ruthless king ...
Інші видання - Показати все
English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ... English poetry Повний перегляд - 1869 |
English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ... English poetry Повний перегляд - 1844 |
English Poetry, for Use in the Schools of the Collegiate Institution ... English Poetry Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
Загальні терміни та фрази
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
Популярні уривки
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.