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... Fight on , my merry men all , I am a little hurt , but I am not slain ; I will lay me down for to bleed a while , Then I'le rise and fight with you again . ' Newes then was brought to young Jonnë Armestrong , As he stood by his nurses ...
... Fight on , my merry men all , I am a little hurt , but I am not slain ; I will lay me down for to bleed a while , Then I'le rise and fight with you again . ' Newes then was brought to young Jonnë Armestrong , As he stood by his nurses ...
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... fight , And I think that man was I. ' He belted on his guid braid sword , And to the field he ran , But he forgot the helmet good , That should have kept his brain . When Percy wi the Douglas met , I wat he was fu fain ; They swakked ...
... fight , And I think that man was I. ' He belted on his guid braid sword , And to the field he ran , But he forgot the helmet good , That should have kept his brain . When Percy wi the Douglas met , I wat he was fu fain ; They swakked ...
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... our good Prince Eugene ; ' ' Why ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; “ Nay . . nay . my little girl , ' quoth he , ' It was a famous victory . And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did ROBERT SOUTHEY 63.
... our good Prince Eugene ; ' ' Why ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; “ Nay . . nay . my little girl , ' quoth he , ' It was a famous victory . And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did ROBERT SOUTHEY 63.
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... fight the French , -woe to France ! And , the thirty - first of May , helter - skelter through the blue , Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue , Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Rance , With the ...
... fight the French , -woe to France ! And , the thirty - first of May , helter - skelter through the blue , Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue , Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Rance , With the ...
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... fight whence England bore the bell . Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell - mell On the Louvre , face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Hervé Riel . So , for better and for worse , Hervé Riel ...
... fight whence England bore the bell . Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell - mell On the Louvre , face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Hervé Riel . So , for better and for worse , Hervé Riel ...
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Page 279 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 363 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 253 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 181 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 350 - mid the steep sky's commotion. Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed. Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 203 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride...
Page 205 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 351 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Page 355 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Page 332 - A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.