English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Look to my children deare ; Be good unto my boy and girl , No friendes else have they here : To God and you I do commend My children night and day ; A little while be sure we have Within this world to staye . " You must be father and ...
... Look to my children deare ; Be good unto my boy and girl , No friendes else have they here : To God and you I do commend My children night and day ; A little while be sure we have Within this world to staye . " You must be father and ...
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... look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : " Stay here , " quoth he , " I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe . " These pretty babes , with hand in hand , Went wandering up and ...
... look they did not crye : And two long miles he ledd them thus , While they for bread complaine : " Stay here , " quoth he , " I'll bring ye bread , When I do come againe . " These pretty babes , with hand in hand , Went wandering up and ...
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... in that great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And c 3 33 SOUTHEY The Battle of Blenheim.
... in that great victory . " " Now tell us what ' twas all about , " Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up , With wonder - waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war , And c 3 33 SOUTHEY The Battle of Blenheim.
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... He listen'd and look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swam over the river so deep , 40.
... He listen'd and look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swam over the river so deep , 40.
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... looks , and lofty mien ; But oftener it is found that Pride Loves deep within the heart to hide ; * This and the four following Poems are taken from Taylor's " Hymns for Infant Minds , " a book of which these extracts form a most inade ...
... looks , and lofty mien ; But oftener it is found that Pride Loves deep within the heart to hide ; * This and the four following Poems are taken from Taylor's " Hymns for Infant Minds , " a book of which these extracts form a most inade ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.