English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Stood rooted like a lilye flower ; And when at length , with trembling pace He sought to find where Branksome ay , He feared to see that grisly face Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on , And deeper ...
... Stood rooted like a lilye flower ; And when at length , with trembling pace He sought to find where Branksome ay , He feared to see that grisly face Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on , And deeper ...
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... stood on the burning deck , Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post ...
... stood on the burning deck , Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post ...
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English poetry William John Conybeare. Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood , A proud , though child - like form . The flames rolled on - he would not go , Without his Father's word ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. Yet beautiful and bright he stood , As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood , A proud , though child - like form . The flames rolled on - he would not go , Without his Father's word ...
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... Stood saddled in stable day and night , Barbed with frontlet of steel , I trow , And with Jedwood - axe at saddle - bow ; A hundred more fed free at stall : - Such was the custom at Branksome Hall . Why do these steeds stand ready dight ...
... Stood saddled in stable day and night , Barbed with frontlet of steel , I trow , And with Jedwood - axe at saddle - bow ; A hundred more fed free at stall : - Such was the custom at Branksome Hall . Why do these steeds stand ready dight ...
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... stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whispered , " " Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " One touch to her hand , and one word in her ear , When they reached the hall door ...
... stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride - maidens whispered , " " Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar . " One touch to her hand , and one word in her ear , When they reached the hall door ...
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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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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.