English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... a foreign land , Whare no man does me know . " When he sat in his father's chair He grew baithi pale and wan , a Shirt . b Tear . g Home . C Strip . d Roll . e h Evening . Softly . 1 Both . f Church . MOTHER . " O what blude a ' s that 16.
... a foreign land , Whare no man does me know . " When he sat in his father's chair He grew baithi pale and wan , a Shirt . b Tear . g Home . C Strip . d Roll . e h Evening . Softly . 1 Both . f Church . MOTHER . " O what blude a ' s that 16.
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... tears that fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . He mounted himself , on his stede so talle , And her on her fair palfraye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her ...
... tears that fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . He mounted himself , on his stede so talle , And her on her fair palfraye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her ...
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... Tears of an imprisoned maiden Mix with my polluted stream ; Margaret of Branksome , sorrow - laden , Mourns beneath the moon's pale beam . Tell me , thou who view'st the stars , When shall cease these feudal jars ? What shall be the ...
... Tears of an imprisoned maiden Mix with my polluted stream ; Margaret of Branksome , sorrow - laden , Mourns beneath the moon's pale beam . Tell me , thou who view'st the stars , When shall cease these feudal jars ? What shall be the ...
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... , He quaffed off the wine , and he threw down the cup . She looked down to blush , and she looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could 62 99 Lochinvar.
... , He quaffed off the wine , and he threw down the cup . She looked down to blush , and she looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could 62 99 Lochinvar.
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... tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : ' Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed 86.
... tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : ' Twas but a kindred sound to move ; For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed 86.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms battle bear beneath bless blood bold brave breath bright bring brother child close cried dark dead dear death deep dying earth Erle eyes face fair fall father fear fell fight fire foes gallant give gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope horse hour John king ladye land leaves light live look Lord loud mind morn mother mountain never night o'er once pale pass play praise pride rest rise rose round seen shade side sight sing slain sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit stand steed stone stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought Till tower turned Twas voice watch wave wind wood wounds young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 273 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Página 150 - 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 220 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Página 134 - 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 47 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 205 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Página 72 - 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 48 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.