English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Pàgina 34
... fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing - mother then , And new - born baby , died ; But things like that , you know , must be , At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight , After ...
... fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide , And many a childing - mother then , And new - born baby , died ; But things like that , you know , must be , At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight , After ...
Pàgina 39
... fire to the Barn and burnt them all . " I ' faith ' tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he , " And the country is greatly obliged to me , For ridding it in these times forlorn Of rats that only consume the corn . " So then to his palace ...
... fire to the Barn and burnt them all . " I ' faith ' tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he , " And the country is greatly obliged to me , For ridding it in these times forlorn Of rats that only consume the corn . " So then to his palace ...
Pàgina 42
... fire . Soon as the wildered child saw he , He flew at him right furiouslie . I ween you would have seen with joy The bearing of the gallant boy , When , worthy of his noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire ! He faced the ...
... fire . Soon as the wildered child saw he , He flew at him right furiouslie . I ween you would have seen with joy The bearing of the gallant boy , When , worthy of his noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire ! He faced the ...
Pàgina 47
... fire , and all the guns had been abandoned ; and perished in the explosion of the vessel , when the flames had reached the powder . Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to 47 MILTON HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR On May Morning Casabianca.
... fire , and all the guns had been abandoned ; and perished in the explosion of the vessel , when the flames had reached the powder . Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to 47 MILTON HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR On May Morning Casabianca.
Pàgina 48
... fires made way . They wrapt the ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . There came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds ...
... fires made way . They wrapt the ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . There came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds ...
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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.