One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 |
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... WHITE SHIP .. SOHRAB AND RUSTUM .. THE PRAYER ... VITAÏ LAMPADA . INDEX OF TITLES . INDEX OF AUTHORS .. Walt Whitman 376 William Morris 377 .Alfred Noyes 379 Walt Whitman 385 .Dante Gabriel Rossetti 387 ... Matthew Arnold 399 Amelia ...
... WHITE SHIP .. SOHRAB AND RUSTUM .. THE PRAYER ... VITAÏ LAMPADA . INDEX OF TITLES . INDEX OF AUTHORS .. Walt Whitman 376 William Morris 377 .Alfred Noyes 379 Walt Whitman 385 .Dante Gabriel Rossetti 387 ... Matthew Arnold 399 Amelia ...
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... ship's cool lazareet.3 The moon came white and ghostly as we laid the treasure down , There was gear there'd make a beggarman as rich as Lima Town , * Copper charms and silver trinkets from the chests of Spanish crews , Gold doubloons ...
... ship's cool lazareet.3 The moon came white and ghostly as we laid the treasure down , There was gear there'd make a beggarman as rich as Lima Town , * Copper charms and silver trinkets from the chests of Spanish crews , Gold doubloons ...
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George E. Teter. As Perry's ship that took the prize at Put - in - Bay ; 3 Yet forty days ago , hull , masts , and ... white pine . She fell like roarin ' thunder And left a blue - sky arch Above her , bustin ' all to kindlin's a tall ...
George E. Teter. As Perry's ship that took the prize at Put - in - Bay ; 3 Yet forty days ago , hull , masts , and ... white pine . She fell like roarin ' thunder And left a blue - sky arch Above her , bustin ' all to kindlin's a tall ...
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... WHITE SHIP1 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI By none but me can the tale be told , The butcher of Rouen , poor Berold . ( Lands are swayed by a King on a throne . ) ' Twas a royal train put ... WHITE SHIP 387 THE WHITE SHIP Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
... WHITE SHIP1 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI By none but me can the tale be told , The butcher of Rouen , poor Berold . ( Lands are swayed by a King on a throne . ) ' Twas a royal train put ... WHITE SHIP 387 THE WHITE SHIP Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
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... ship From whose boat your father's foot did slip When he caught the English soil in his grip , " And cried : ' By this clasp I claim command O'er every rood of English land ! ' " He was borne to the realm you rule o'er now ... WHITE SHIP 389.
... ship From whose boat your father's foot did slip When he caught the English soil in his grip , " And cried : ' By this clasp I claim command O'er every rood of English land ! ' " He was borne to the realm you rule o'er now ... WHITE SHIP 389.
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Strona 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Strona 72 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Strona 302 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career. Battlement, and plank, and pier Rushed headlong to the sea. LVI I. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; . - . Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars...
Strona 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Strona 47 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Strona 199 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Strona 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Strona 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Strona 74 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Strona 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.