English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... close , Set off his sun - burnt face ; Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldrick tied ; And his short faulchion , sharp and clear , Had ...
... close , Set off his sun - burnt face ; Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldrick tied ; And his short faulchion , sharp and clear , Had ...
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... close successive rattle , That breathes the voice of modern battle , But slow and far between.— 66 The hillock gained , Lord Marmion stayed : Here , by this cross , " he gently said , " You well may view the scene . Here shalt thou ...
... close successive rattle , That breathes the voice of modern battle , But slow and far between.— 66 The hillock gained , Lord Marmion stayed : Here , by this cross , " he gently said , " You well may view the scene . Here shalt thou ...
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... close.— They close in clouds of smoke and dust , With sword - sway and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there , Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the ...
... close.— They close in clouds of smoke and dust , With sword - sway and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there , Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the ...
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... . With fruitless labour , Clara bound , And strove to staunch the gushing wound ; The Monk , with unavailing cares , Exhausted all the church's prayers ; Ever he said , that , close and near , A lady's voice was in his ear , And that E 2 ...
... . With fruitless labour , Clara bound , And strove to staunch the gushing wound ; The Monk , with unavailing cares , Exhausted all the church's prayers ; Ever he said , that , close and near , A lady's voice was in his ear , And that E 2 ...
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... Close in her covert cower'd the doe , The falcon , from her cairn on high , Cast on the rout a wandering eye , Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Return'd from ...
... Close in her covert cower'd the doe , The falcon , from her cairn on high , Cast on the rout a wandering eye , Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen . Faint , and more faint , its failing din Return'd from ...
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273 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
273 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.