English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... fell at strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there , Within an unfrequented wood ; Where babes did quake for feare ! He took the children by the hand ...
... fell at strife ; With one another they did fight About the children's life : And he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there , Within an unfrequented wood ; Where babes did quake for feare ! He took the children by the hand ...
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... fell ; Yea , fearful fiends did haunt his house , His conscience felt an hell : His barnes were fired , his goods consumed , His landes were barren made , His cattle dyed within the field , And nothing with him stayd . And in the voyage ...
... fell ; Yea , fearful fiends did haunt his house , His conscience felt an hell : His barnes were fired , his goods consumed , His landes were barren made , His cattle dyed within the field , And nothing with him stayd . And in the voyage ...
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... fell to the ground ; A dirk fell out of William's pouch , " And gave John a deadly wound . JOHN .- " O lift me up upon your back , Take me to yon well fair ; And wash my bluidy i wounds o'er and o'er , And they'll ne'er bleed nae mair ...
... fell to the ground ; A dirk fell out of William's pouch , " And gave John a deadly wound . JOHN .- " O lift me up upon your back , Take me to yon well fair ; And wash my bluidy i wounds o'er and o'er , And they'll ne'er bleed nae mair ...
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... fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . He mounted himself , on his stede so talle , And her on her fair palfraye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her owne damselle ...
... fell from her fair eyes Ranne like the fountayne free . He mounted himself , on his stede so talle , And her on her fair palfraye , And slung his bugle about his necke , And roundlye they rode awaye . All this beheard her owne damselle ...
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... fell in the great victory . " I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often , when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ! For many thousand men , " said he , " Were slain in that great victory . " " Now ...
... fell in the great victory . " I find them in the garden , For there's many hereabout ; And often , when I go to plough , The ploughshare turns them out ! For many thousand men , " said he , " Were slain in that great victory . " " Now ...
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Page 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 152 - 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 136 - 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 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 74 - 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 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...