Book of juvenile poetry, selected from the best authors [signed E.D.].1864 |
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... dark stole , As the kneeling priests round him that slept Sang mass for the parted soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king ...
... dark stole , As the kneeling priests round him that slept Sang mass for the parted soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king ...
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... dark Mayenne ‡ was in the midst , a truncheon in his hand ; + Henry IV . * Ivry near Dreux . The battle was fought 1590 . The Duke of Mayenne , who commanded the army of the League . War of the League . 25 And as we looked 24 Juvenile ...
... dark Mayenne ‡ was in the midst , a truncheon in his hand ; + Henry IV . * Ivry near Dreux . The battle was fought 1590 . The Duke of Mayenne , who commanded the army of the League . War of the League . 25 And as we looked 24 Juvenile ...
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... famous victory . " SOUTHEY . HOHENLINDEN . N Linden , when the sun was low , All bloodless lay the untrodden snow , And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . 35 But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat Southey.
... famous victory . " SOUTHEY . HOHENLINDEN . N Linden , when the sun was low , All bloodless lay the untrodden snow , And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . 35 But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat Southey.
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... darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neighed , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills with thunder riven , Then rushed the steed to ...
... darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neighed , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills with thunder riven , Then rushed the steed to ...
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... dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleepst thou as the swain might sleep , In his nameless valley deep . * " Now pass thou forward , as thou art wont , and Douglas will follow thee or die ! " With these words Douglas threw from him the heart ...
... dark grass hath bound thee , -Sleepst thou as the swain might sleep , In his nameless valley deep . * " Now pass thou forward , as thou art wont , and Douglas will follow thee or die ! " With these words Douglas threw from him the heart ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angel BARRY CORNWALL beautiful beneath BERNARD BARTON bird Bishop of Hereford blessed breast breath bright busy bee cheer child clouds daisies dark dear dream earth ELIZA COOK fair Fakenham father fear flowers fly away home gentle Gilpin glad grace green grief hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy horned owl hour John Barleycorn John Gilpin king King Lear land light lonely look loud MARY HOWITT merry morn mother ne'er nest never night o'er play pleasant poor pray rain rest Robin Hood round shining sigh sight sing sleep smile snow snowdrops soft song sorrow soul sound spring stood storm summer sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought toil tree Twas voice wandered watch weary wild wind wings winter woods youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 349 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Página 49 - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND. ?HE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. And the heavy night hung dark. The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 133 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Página 25 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Página 359 - Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;' Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Página 30 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the- wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till...
Página 161 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Página 122 - 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. She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 159 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Página 42 - ... 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. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.