English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... soon his spearmen on their foes Bare down on every side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound : But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground : And throwing straight their bowes away , They ...
... soon his spearmen on their foes Bare down on every side . Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound : But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground : And throwing straight their bowes away , They ...
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... soon he mette faire Emmeline's page Come climbing up the hille . " Nowe sain thee and save thee , thou little foot - page , Nowe welcome art thou to me ; Oh , tell me how does thy ladye gaye , And what may thy tydinges be ? " • Gone . b ...
... soon he mette faire Emmeline's page Come climbing up the hille . " Nowe sain thee and save thee , thou little foot - page , Nowe welcome art thou to me ; Oh , tell me how does thy ladye gaye , And what may thy tydinges be ? " • Gone . b ...
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... soon she heard her true love's voice Lowe whispering at the walle ; KNIGHT.- " Awake , awake , my deare ladye , ' Tis I , thy true love call . " Awake , awake , my ladye deare , Come mount this faire palfraye ; This ladder of ropes will ...
... soon she heard her true love's voice Lowe whispering at the walle ; KNIGHT.- " Awake , awake , my deare ladye , ' Tis I , thy true love call . " Awake , awake , my ladye deare , Come mount this faire palfraye ; This ladder of ropes will ...
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... soon replied- " I do admire Of womankind but one , And you are she , my dearest dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go ...
... soon replied- " I do admire Of womankind but one , And you are she , my dearest dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go ...
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... soon came down again . For saddle - tree scarce reach'd had he , His journey to begin , When turning round his head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence ...
... soon came down again . For saddle - tree scarce reach'd had he , His journey to begin , When turning round his head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence ...
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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.