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Pagina 1
... dread and envy of them all . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their ...
... dread and envy of them all . Still more majestic shalt thou rise , More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak . Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; All their ...
Pagina 37
... dread the while , Till Mister Ashford soften'd to a smile ; No more that meek and suppliant look in prayer , Nor the pure faith ( to give it force ) , are there : - But he is blest , and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be ...
... dread the while , Till Mister Ashford soften'd to a smile ; No more that meek and suppliant look in prayer , Nor the pure faith ( to give it force ) , are there : - But he is blest , and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be ...
Pagina 39
... dread— But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf , all torn and dead , — Tremendous still in death ! Ah ! what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain , To save Llewellyn's heir ...
... dread— But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf , all torn and dead , — Tremendous still in death ! Ah ! what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain , To save Llewellyn's heir ...
Pagina 70
... Dread was the hour , but short as dread , when from the guarded down Fierce Cromwell's rebel soldiery kept watch o'er Wykeham's town : Beneath their pointed cannon all Itchen's valley lay , St. Catherine's breezy side , and the ...
... Dread was the hour , but short as dread , when from the guarded down Fierce Cromwell's rebel soldiery kept watch o'er Wykeham's town : Beneath their pointed cannon all Itchen's valley lay , St. Catherine's breezy side , and the ...
Pagina 109
... dread : But these were horrors - this was woe Unmix'd with such - but sure and slow : He faded , and so calm and meek , So softly worn , so sweetly weak , So tearless , yet so tender - kind , And grieved for those he left behind : With ...
... dread : But these were horrors - this was woe Unmix'd with such - but sure and slow : He faded , and so calm and meek , So softly worn , so sweetly weak , So tearless , yet so tender - kind , And grieved for those he left behind : With ...
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The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E. C. Lowe Edward Clarke LOWE Vizualizare completă - 1868 |
The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E.C. Lowe Edward Clarke Lowe Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
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66 Straight a'that BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beneath bird brave bright captain cheer Cheviot child churchyard cried Crooked Lane dark dead dear death Dora double dungeon doughty Douglas dread dungeon fair faithful father flew foreign bands gallant Gelert gentle Gilpin gone grave green grew grey plover hand hath hear heard heart heaven John Anderson John Barleycorn king knew land light look look'd Lord Percy merry mighty moonlight play morn mother ne'er Netherby never night Northumberland o'er poor dog Tray pride queen's old courtier quoth raven river Dee rode round the Square Sally Brown Scotland seem'd side sigh sight sing slain smile song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand tree Trelawny Twas voice wave weep WHITE SQUALL wild wind wings word Wordsworth Wykeham's young Lochinvar
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Pagina 55 - 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 winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 120 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Pagina 130 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Pagina 11 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Pagina 150 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee! "O for a soft and gentle wind!
Pagina 51 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Pagina 162 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Pagina 96 - The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Pagina 114 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Pagina 50 - 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.