English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... 'er , And they ' ll ne'er bleed nae mair . " 10 1 Two . 2 School . 7 Dagger . 3 Away . 4 Throwing stones . 8 Pocket . 9 Bloody . 5 Ball . 10 More . 6 Wrestle a fall . JOHN . He's lifted his brother upon his back , 15 The Twa Brothers.
... 'er , And they ' ll ne'er bleed nae mair . " 10 1 Two . 2 School . 7 Dagger . 3 Away . 4 Throwing stones . 8 Pocket . 9 Bloody . 5 Ball . 10 More . 6 Wrestle a fall . JOHN . He's lifted his brother upon his back , 15 The Twa Brothers.
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... stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane , And up he got , in haste to ride , But soon came down again . For saddle - tree scarce reach'd had he , His journey ...
... stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad . John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane , And up he got , in haste to ride , But soon came down again . For saddle - tree scarce reach'd had he , His journey ...
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... stone bottles found , To hold the liquor that she loved , And keep it safe and sound . Each bottle had a curling ear ... stones With caution and good heed . But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting ...
... stone bottles found , To hold the liquor that she loved , And keep it safe and sound . Each bottle had a curling ear ... stones With caution and good heed . But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well - shod feet , The snorting ...
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... whetted their teeth against the stones , And now they pick the Bishop's bones ; They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb , For they were sent to do judgment on him ! SOUTHEY . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . The child , amidst 41.
... whetted their teeth against the stones , And now they pick the Bishop's bones ; They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb , For they were sent to do judgment on him ! SOUTHEY . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . The child , amidst 41.
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Página 30 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain — Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Página 24 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear.' John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Página 25 - Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 26 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Página 38 - tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn." So then to his palace returned he, And he sat down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man; But Bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning, as he...
Página 36 - Dividing and gliding and sliding, And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
Página 33 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 31 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Página 35 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among ; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound : Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in ; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its s.
Página 31 - 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.