One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say , thou hast got the day , Our battel shall be at an end . " Then , unto the bank he did presently wade , And pulld himself out by . a thorn ; Which done , at the last , he ...
... soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say , thou hast got the day , Our battel shall be at an end . " Then , unto the bank he did presently wade , And pulld himself out by . a thorn ; Which done , at the last , he ...
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... soul with love . So she strove against her weakness , Tho ' at times her spirit sank : Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble ...
... soul with love . So she strove against her weakness , Tho ' at times her spirit sank : Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble ...
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... soul than hers . " Let Goody Martin rest in peace ; I never knew her harm a fly , And witch or not , God knows , —not I. " I know who swore her life away ; And , as God lives , I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them . " The ...
... soul than hers . " Let Goody Martin rest in peace ; I never knew her harm a fly , And witch or not , God knows , —not I. " I know who swore her life away ; And , as God lives , I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them . " The ...
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... The voice , the glance , the heart I sought , -give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light ; -be still 92 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... The voice , the glance , the heart I sought , -give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light ; -be still 92 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside 2 were mad . 1. Calender . One who runs a calender , a ...
... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside 2 were mad . 1. Calender . One who runs a calender , a ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON anapest arms ballad battle Bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig Clusium cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father feet fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill horse iamb Inchcape Rock Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Patrick Spence Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan ship shout sing slain smile Sohrab soldier song soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro trochee turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind word Yarrow young
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Página 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's 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.
Página 72 - 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.
Página 46 - said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Página 341 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Página 200 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 342 - Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" They sailed ! They sailed ! Then spake the mate : "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite ! Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt like a leaping sword ; "Sail on ! sail on ! and on !" Then pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness.
Página 363 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro* the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Página 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.