English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Pàgina 3
... bright ; Full twenty hundred Scottish speres All marching in our sight ; " All men of pleasant Tivydale , Fast by the river Tweede : " " Then cease your sports , " Erle Percy said , " And take your bowes with speede : " And now with me ...
... bright ; Full twenty hundred Scottish speres All marching in our sight ; " All men of pleasant Tivydale , Fast by the river Tweede : " " Then cease your sports , " Erle Percy said , " And take your bowes with speede : " And now with me ...
Pàgina 5
... bright : And now sharp blows , a heavy shower , On shields and helmets light . They closed full fast on everye side , Noe slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . Alack ! it was a griefe to ...
... bright : And now sharp blows , a heavy shower , On shields and helmets light . They closed full fast on everye side , Noe slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground . Alack ! it was a griefe to ...
Pàgina 6
... in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright , Well - mounted on a gallant steed , Ran fiercely through the fight : And past the English archers all , Without a dread 6.
... in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright , Well - mounted on a gallant steed , Ran fiercely through the fight : And past the English archers all , Without a dread 6.
Pàgina 46
... him , the blue sky above , That he sings , and he sings ; and for ever sings he- " I love my Love , and my Love loves me ! " COLERIDGE . SONG - ON MAY MORNING . Now the bright morning 46 "" Answer to a Child's Question.
... him , the blue sky above , That he sings , and he sings ; and for ever sings he- " I love my Love , and my Love loves me ! " COLERIDGE . SONG - ON MAY MORNING . Now the bright morning 46 "" Answer to a Child's Question.
Pàgina 47
English poetry William John Conybeare. SONG - ON MAY MORNING . Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The ... bright he stood , As born to 47 MILTON On May Morning HEMANS Casabianca.
English poetry William John Conybeare. SONG - ON MAY MORNING . Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The ... bright he stood , As born to 47 MILTON On May Morning HEMANS Casabianca.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.