English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Had the bold burst their mettle tried . The noble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain's southern brow , Where broad extended , far beneath , The varied realms of fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wander'd o'er Mountain and meadow , 78.
... Had the bold burst their mettle tried . The noble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain's southern brow , Where broad extended , far beneath , The varied realms of fair Menteith . With anxious eye he wander'd o'er Mountain and meadow , 78.
Strona 99
... come back , Horatius ! " Loud cried the Fathers all . " Back , Lartius ! back , Herminius ! Back , ere the ruin fall ! " Back darted Spurius Lartius ; Herminius darted back : And , as they passed , beneath their feet They F 2 99.
... come back , Horatius ! " Loud cried the Fathers all . " Back , Lartius ! back , Herminius ! Back , ere the ruin fall ! " Back darted Spurius Lartius ; Herminius darted back : And , as they passed , beneath their feet They F 2 99.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. And , as they passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. And , as they passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more ...
Strona 109
... beneath his claws , the princely hunters lay . Ho ! strike the flag - staff deep , sir knight ! ho ! scatter flowers , fair maids ! Ho , gunners ! fire a loud salute ! ho , gallants ! draw your blades ! Thou sun , shine on her joyously ...
... beneath his claws , the princely hunters lay . Ho ! strike the flag - staff deep , sir knight ! ho ! scatter flowers , fair maids ! Ho , gunners ! fire a loud salute ! ho , gallants ! draw your blades ! Thou sun , shine on her joyously ...
Strona 112
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The ...
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The ...
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