Gems from the English Poets: Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Notices of the AuthorsAmerican News Company, 1889 - 503 páginas |
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... 369 " 370 371 873 376 SIR WALTER SCOTT , 1771-1832 . The Minstrel , 378 Melrose Abbey , 378 Love of Country , 379 Hymn for the Dead , 380 Tantallon Castle , 380 SIR WALTER SCOTT - continued . PAGE Death of Marmion CONTENTS . XJ.
... 369 " 370 371 873 376 SIR WALTER SCOTT , 1771-1832 . The Minstrel , 378 Melrose Abbey , 378 Love of Country , 379 Hymn for the Dead , 380 Tantallon Castle , 380 SIR WALTER SCOTT - continued . PAGE Death of Marmion CONTENTS . XJ.
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... dead , She would have but sweet Willie Alane , At Christ's Kirk of the Green that day . Blind Harry . death About 1450 . Or this Scottish minstrel poet little is known , but that he was blind from his earliest years , and that he gained ...
... dead , She would have but sweet Willie Alane , At Christ's Kirk of the Green that day . Blind Harry . death About 1450 . Or this Scottish minstrel poet little is known , but that he was blind from his earliest years , and that he gained ...
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... dead man by the hand ; And said , " Earl Douglas , for thy life Would I had lost my land . In truth ! my very heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ; For sure a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take . " A knight amongst the ...
... dead man by the hand ; And said , " Earl Douglas , for thy life Would I had lost my land . In truth ! my very heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake ; For sure a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take . " A knight amongst the ...
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... dead , as living ever , him adored : Upon his shield the like was also scored , For soveraine hope , which in his helpe he had . Right faithfull , true he was in deede and word ; But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad ; Yet nothing ...
... dead , as living ever , him adored : Upon his shield the like was also scored , For soveraine hope , which in his helpe he had . Right faithfull , true he was in deede and word ; But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad ; Yet nothing ...
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... dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deep horror of despeyred Hell , Him , wretch , in doole would ...
... dead yet ever - dying paine . Till that great Lord of Love , which him at first Made of meere love , and after liked well , Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deep horror of despeyred Hell , Him , wretch , in doole would ...
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Página 241 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Página 264 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 265 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Página 368 - The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Página 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Página 148 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Página 105 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
Página 264 - More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train...
Página 240 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 95 - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.