The young Englishman's first poetry book, compiled by E.C. Lowe |
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Pagina 6
... laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun , That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame ...
... laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun , That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , From the field of his fame ...
Pagina 18
... laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field , Said he , " Let others shoot , " For here I leave my second leg , " And the Forty - second Foot ! " The army - surgeons made him limbs : Said he , " They're only pegs : " But ...
... laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field , Said he , " Let others shoot , " For here I leave my second leg , " And the Forty - second Foot ! " The army - surgeons made him limbs : Said he , " They're only pegs : " But ...
Pagina 22
... laid him down and closed his eyes , But soon a scream made him arise ; He started , and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow from whence the screaming came . He listen'd and look'd ; it was only the cat ; But the Bishop he grew more ...
... laid him down and closed his eyes , But soon a scream made him arise ; He started , and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow from whence the screaming came . He listen'd and look'd ; it was only the cat ; But the Bishop he grew more ...
Pagina 26
... laid , And bound with clay together . Now ' tis nought But restless hurry through the busy air , Beat by unnumbered wings . The swallow sweeps The slimy pool , to build his hanging house , Intent . And often , from the careless back Of ...
... laid , And bound with clay together . Now ' tis nought But restless hurry through the busy air , Beat by unnumbered wings . The swallow sweeps The slimy pool , to build his hanging house , Intent . And often , from the careless back Of ...
Pagina 28
... laid him down upon his back , And cudgell'd him full sore ; They hung him up before the storm , And turn'd him o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or ...
... laid him down upon his back , And cudgell'd him full sore ; They hung him up before the storm , And turn'd him o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or ...
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The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E. C. Lowe Edward Clarke LOWE Vizualizare completă - 1868 |
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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.