English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... deep revolving thought he stoode , And mused a little space ; Then raised fair Emmeline from the grounde , With many a fond embrace . " Here , take her , Child of Elle , " he sayd , And gave her lillye white hand ; - " Here , take my ...
... deep revolving thought he stoode , And mused a little space ; Then raised fair Emmeline from the grounde , With many a fond embrace . " Here , take her , Child of Elle , " he sayd , And gave her lillye white hand ; - " Here , take my ...
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... reaches the place Of its deep descent . The cataract strong Then plunges along , Striking and raging , As if war waging Its caverns and rocks among Rising and leaping , Sinking and creeping , Swelling and sweeping , Showering and 36.
... reaches the place Of its deep descent . The cataract strong Then plunges along , Striking and raging , As if war waging Its caverns and rocks among Rising and leaping , Sinking and creeping , Swelling and sweeping , Showering and 36.
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... deep . " Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away , And he crost the Rhine without delay , And reach'd his tower , and barr'd with care All the windows , doors , and loop - holes there . He laid him down and closed his eyes ; ... But soon a ...
... deep . " Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away , And he crost the Rhine without delay , And reach'd his tower , and barr'd with care All the windows , doors , and loop - holes there . He laid him down and closed his eyes ; ... But soon a ...
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English poetry William John Conybeare. For they have swam over the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep . And up the tower their way is bent , To do the work for which they were sent . They are not to be told by the ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. For they have swam over the river so deep , And they have climbed the shores so steep . And up the tower their way is bent , To do the work for which they were sent . They are not to be told by the ...
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... deep - mouthed bark Comes nigher still , and nigher ; Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle tracked the ground , And his red eyes shot fire . Soon as the wildered child saw he , He flew at him right furiouslie . I ...
... deep - mouthed bark Comes nigher still , and nigher ; Bursts on the path a dark blood - hound , His tawny muzzle tracked the ground , And his red eyes shot fire . Soon as the wildered child saw he , He flew at him right furiouslie . I ...
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Strona 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Strona 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strona 152 - 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.
Strona 136 - 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.
Strona 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Strona 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Strona 74 - 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...
Strona 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strona 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Strona 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...