English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Pàgina 19
... hath chose her a new new love , And forbidde her to think of thee . " Her father hath brought her a carlisha knighte , Sir John , of the north countraye ; And within three dayes shee must him wedde , Or he vowes he will her slaye ...
... hath chose her a new new love , And forbidde her to think of thee . " Her father hath brought her a carlisha knighte , Sir John , of the north countraye ; And within three dayes shee must him wedde , Or he vowes he will her slaye ...
Pàgina 23
... Hath freelye said wee may . " O give consent shee may be mine , And bless a faithfull paire ; My lands and livings are not small , My house and lineage faire : " My mother she was an earl's daughter , And a noble knighte my sire . " The ...
... Hath freelye said wee may . " O give consent shee may be mine , And bless a faithfull paire ; My lands and livings are not small , My house and lineage faire : " My mother she was an earl's daughter , And a noble knighte my sire . " The ...
Pàgina 28
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children scream'd , Up flew the windows all , And every soul cried out , " Well done ! " As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around— " He ...
... hath been said or sung . The dogs did bark , the children scream'd , Up flew the windows all , And every soul cried out , " Well done ! " As loud as he could bawl . Away went Gilpin - who but he ? His fame soon spread around— " He ...
Pàgina 61
... hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles , proud his name ...
... hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe , go , mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles , proud his name ...
Pàgina 93
... 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 , heaven ! -that ...
... 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 , heaven ! -that ...
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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.