English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... Mr. Lawrence • · • 277 • 278 278 On his deceased Wife . Speech and Song of the Lady in Comus . 279 BURNS • To Mary in Heaven KIRKE WHITE . • • To the Primrose " · 280 281 BYRON " " MOORE SCOTT . SOUTHEY . The Coliseum vi.
... Mr. Lawrence • · • 277 • 278 278 On his deceased Wife . Speech and Song of the Lady in Comus . 279 BURNS • To Mary in Heaven KIRKE WHITE . • • To the Primrose " · 280 281 BYRON " " MOORE SCOTT . SOUTHEY . The Coliseum vi.
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... HEAVEN prosper long our noble king , Our lives and safetyes all ; A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The ...
... HEAVEN prosper long our noble king , Our lives and safetyes all ; A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The ...
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... thy bride : " And as thou love her , and hold her deare , Heaven prosper thee and thine ! And now my blessing wend wi ' thee ! My lovelye Emmeline ! " OLD BALLAD . JOHN GILPIN , JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit 24.
... thy bride : " And as thou love her , and hold her deare , Heaven prosper thee and thine ! And now my blessing wend wi ' thee ! My lovelye Emmeline ! " OLD BALLAD . JOHN GILPIN , JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit 24.
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... heaven forgive you for yesterday ! " " " I'll go to my tower on the Rhine , ” replied he , " Tis the safest place in Germany ; The walls are high and the shores are steep , And the stream is strong and the water deep . " Bishop Hatto ...
... heaven forgive you for yesterday ! " " " I'll go to my tower on the Rhine , ” replied he , " Tis the safest place in Germany ; The walls are high and the shores are steep , And the stream is strong and the water deep . " Bishop Hatto ...
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... heaven ; he frowns in hell ; He fills the air , the earth , the sea : I must within his presence dwell ; I cannot from his anger flee . Yet I may flee - he shows me where : TO JESUS CHRIST he bids me fly ; And while I seek for pardon ...
... heaven ; he frowns in hell ; He fills the air , the earth , the sea : I must within his presence dwell ; I cannot from his anger flee . Yet I may flee - he shows me where : TO JESUS CHRIST he bids me fly ; And while I seek for pardon ...
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