English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Wee list not to declare , Nor show whose men wee bee : " Yet will we spend our deerest blood , Thy cheefest harts to slay . " Then Douglas swore a solemne oathe , And thus in rage did say , - " Ere thus I will out - braved bee , B 2 3.
... Wee list not to declare , Nor show whose men wee bee : " Yet will we spend our deerest blood , Thy cheefest harts to slay . " Then Douglas swore a solemne oathe , And thus in rage did say , - " Ere thus I will out - braved bee , B 2 3.
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... blood out of their brests Did gush like water cleere . At last these two stout erles did meet , Like captaines of great might : Like lyons wode , they layd on lode , And made a cruell fight : They fought untill they both did sweat ...
... blood out of their brests Did gush like water cleere . At last these two stout erles did meet , Like captaines of great might : Like lyons wode , they layd on lode , And made a cruell fight : They fought untill they both did sweat ...
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... blood was wett . This fight did last from breake of day Till setting of the sunne ; For when they rung the evening - bell , The battell scarce was done . With stout Erle Percy , there was slaine Sir John of Egerton , Sir Robert ...
... blood was wett . This fight did last from breake of day Till setting of the sunne ; For when they rung the evening - bell , The battell scarce was done . With stout Erle Percy , there was slaine Sir John of Egerton , Sir Robert ...
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... blood , They bore with them away : They kist them dead a thousand times , Ere they were cladd in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scottland's king did raigne , That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye Was with an arrow slaine ...
... blood , They bore with them away : They kist them dead a thousand times , Ere they were cladd in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scottland's king did raigne , That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye Was with an arrow slaine ...
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... when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
... when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
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Alba Longa arms Arth battle beneath bless blood bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cried dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle eyes fair falcon crest father fear fell fire flowers foes gallant glory grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy honourable Hubert HYMN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE Lochinvar look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth rest rise rose round Saint shade sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spears spirit star steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tower twas unto voice watch wave ween weep wind wing
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Seite 273 - 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...
Seite 150 - 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.
Seite 220 - 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.
Seite 134 - 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.
Seite 47 - 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.
Seite 113 - 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.
Seite 273 - 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?
Seite 205 - 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!
Seite 72 - 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...
Seite 48 - 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.