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... BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN Burns • 83 LUCY GRAY , OR SOLITUDE . Wordsworth • · 84 Goldsmith 86 Gray Mant • Mrs. Hemans · • • • 8883 87 91 92 93 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . KING ARTHUR THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE VILLAGE PREACHER ...
... BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN Burns • 83 LUCY GRAY , OR SOLITUDE . Wordsworth • · 84 Goldsmith 86 Gray Mant • Mrs. Hemans · • • • 8883 87 91 92 93 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . KING ARTHUR THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE VILLAGE PREACHER ...
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... Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead The Poetical Reader . ་ 7.
... Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead The Poetical Reader . ་ 7.
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... 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 . I remember , I remember , Where I was used The Poetical Reader . 29 HOHENLINDEN.
... 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 . I remember , I remember , Where I was used The Poetical Reader . 29 HOHENLINDEN.
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... 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 Poetical Reader . 29 Campbell.
... 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 Poetical Reader . 29 Campbell.
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... battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainèd snow , And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . ' Tis morn , but ...
... battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainèd snow , And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . ' Tis morn , but ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
18 Cards ABOU BEN ADHEM battle beauty bells beneath bless blood bonnet of bonny bonny Dundee boys brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Caldon-Low clouds cried crown dark dear death deep door earth Excelsior eyes fair falchion father fire flowers gallant gleam gone grave gray green gusset harp hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill honourable King KING BRUCE ladies gay land light live lonely look lords and ladies loud maid Marmion Mary Mayenne morn mother Netherby never night o'er old Scottish cavalier peace poor Price 9d pride Ring rode rolling round rules sigh sing Skiddaw smile song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star Sums on 18 sweet tears tell thee There's thou thousand thunder trembling Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind
Passagens conhecidas
Página 42 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 137 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 45 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come, Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind...
Página 127 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Página 115 - 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 25 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 105 - They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 22 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Página 16 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Página 127 - From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a highborn maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...