English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... wind did blow , the cloak did fly , Like streamer long and gay , Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away . Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung , A bottle swinging at each side , As hath been said ...
... wind did blow , the cloak did fly , Like streamer long and gay , Till loop and button failing both At last it flew away . Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung , A bottle swinging at each side , As hath been said ...
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... wind grew high : One acorn they left , and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven , that liked not such folly : He belonged , they did say , to the witch Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his ...
... wind grew high : One acorn they left , and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven , that liked not such folly : He belonged , they did say , to the witch Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his ...
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... wind is so strong ; What it says , I don't know , but it sings a lond song . But green leaves and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing , and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love ...
... wind is so strong ; What it says , I don't know , but it sings a lond song . But green leaves and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing , and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love ...
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... 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 , that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , 48.
... 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 , that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , 48.
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... wind was cold , The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses grey , Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp , his sole remaining joy , Was carried by an orphan boy . The last of all the bards was he , Who sung ...
... wind was cold , The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek , and tresses grey , Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp , his sole remaining joy , Was carried by an orphan boy . The last of all the bards was he , Who sung ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alba Longa awaye beneath bless blood bowers breast breath bright brooklet Brutus Cæsar child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle Douglas Erle Percy eyes falcon crest fallow deere father fear fire flowers gallant Gilpin grace grave green grief hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hung HYMN JOHN GILPIN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain Mozambic ne'er never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth ride rise round rutb SABRINA fair shade sigh sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spear spirit star steed stone stood stream sugh sweet tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought to-day tower Twas unto wave weary ween weep wind wing wondrous
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...