Playtime with the poets: a selection of the best English poetry for the use of children, by a lady1863 |
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Pàgina xv
... Fathers CXXXII . The Seven Sisters ; or the Solitude of Binnorie CXXXIII . The Cid's Death - Bed CXXXIV . The Cid's Funeral Procession CXXXV . Colin and Lucy CXXXVI . The Witches ' Meeting · • • Parnell Colley Cibber Mrs. Hemans Tickell ...
... Fathers CXXXII . The Seven Sisters ; or the Solitude of Binnorie CXXXIII . The Cid's Death - Bed CXXXIV . The Cid's Funeral Procession CXXXV . Colin and Lucy CXXXVI . The Witches ' Meeting · • • Parnell Colley Cibber Mrs. Hemans Tickell ...
Pàgina 1
... father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . B He called aloud : - " Say , father ,
... father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . B He called aloud : - " Say , father ,
Pàgina 2
Playtime. He called aloud : - " Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . " Speak , father ! " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " — but the booming shots ...
Playtime. He called aloud : - " Say , father , say , If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . " Speak , father ! " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " — but the booming shots ...
Pàgina 6
... father's name ; Look up , look up , my son ! " Well might I know death's hue and mien ; But on thine aspect , boy ! What , till this moment , have I seen Save pride and tameless joy ? Swiftest thou wert to battle , And bravest there of ...
... father's name ; Look up , look up , my son ! " Well might I know death's hue and mien ; But on thine aspect , boy ! What , till this moment , have I seen Save pride and tameless joy ? Swiftest thou wert to battle , And bravest there of ...
Pàgina 9
... father's sword in his red right hand , And the hostile dead around him , Lay a youthful chief ; but his bed was the ground , And the grave's icy sleep had bound him . A reckless rover , ' mid death and doom , Passed a soldier , his ...
... father's sword in his red right hand , And the hostile dead around him , Lay a youthful chief ; but his bed was the ground , And the grave's icy sleep had bound him . A reckless rover , ' mid death and doom , Passed a soldier , his ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 28 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Pàgina 177 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Pàgina 145 - The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Pàgina 29 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Pàgina 153 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Pàgina 162 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Pàgina 194 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven. Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Pàgina 184 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Pàgina 190 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pàgina 151 - Within the nether tip. One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.