The Blue Poetry BookAndrew Lang Longmans, Green, 1891 - 348 páginas |
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Página 28
... bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend , the Callender , Will lend his horse to go . Quoth Mistress Gilpin , -That's well said ; And for that wine is dear , We will be furnish'd with our own , Which is both bright and ...
... bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend , the Callender , Will lend his horse to go . Quoth Mistress Gilpin , -That's well said ; And for that wine is dear , We will be furnish'd with our own , Which is both bright and ...
Página 42
... bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum . ' ' I list no more the tuck of drum , No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum , My comrades take the spear . And O ! though Brignall banks be fair And Greta woods be gay ...
... bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum . ' ' I list no more the tuck of drum , No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum , My comrades take the spear . And O ! though Brignall banks be fair And Greta woods be gay ...
Página 43
... bold determined hand , And the Prince of all the land Led them on.- Like leviathans afloat , Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they ...
... bold determined hand , And the Prince of all the land Led them on.- Like leviathans afloat , Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they ...
Página 55
... bold I slew . ' Now must I teach to hew the beech , The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to fence our cave . ' And for vest of pall , thy fingers small , That wont op harp to stray , A cloak ...
... bold I slew . ' Now must I teach to hew the beech , The hand that held the glaive , For leaves to spread our lowly bed , And stakes to fence our cave . ' And for vest of pall , thy fingers small , That wont op harp to stray , A cloak ...
Página 57
... deer . ' -Now loud thou liest , thou bold of mood ! It cleaves unto his hand , The stain of thine own kindly blood , The blood of Ethert Brand . ' Speed Then forward stepp'd she , Alice Brand , And made. ALICE BRAND 57.
... deer . ' -Now loud thou liest , thou bold of mood ! It cleaves unto his hand , The stain of thine own kindly blood , The blood of Ethert Brand . ' Speed Then forward stepp'd she , Alice Brand , And made. ALICE BRAND 57.
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Allen-a-Dale Annabel Lee beneath bird bonny lasse bower brave breath bright brow Buccleuch BURNS Christabel Christe receive thye cloud County Guy cried Cumnor dead dear deep doth dream dull earth dwelling e'er earth eyes fear fire flowers frae gallant glory grave gray green hair hand harp hast hath Hazeldean Headless Cross hear heard heart heaven Helen helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy Jamie comes hame Jean King Kinmont Willie Kirkconnel land light Lochinvar look look'd loud luve Mary Ambree moon morn ne'er night o'er Otterbourne peace till Jamie receive thye saule rose round sail SCOTT ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound sweet sword TARA'S tears thee There's thine thou art tree Twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Página 61 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Página 67 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 23 - At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung : LOCHINVAR. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 150 - Keturn, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow 'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 115 - We look before and after And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound — Better than all treasures That in books are found — Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain...
Página 151 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 145 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 108 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 117 - The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Página 75 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...