A collection of poetry for the use of juvenile classes, arranged, with notes, by W.H. CordeauxW H Cordeaux 1853 |
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... waves That part us , are emancipate 3 and loosed . Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air , that moment they are free ; They touch our country , and their shackles 4 fall . " COWPER . ( 1 ) Sinews - muscles ...
... waves That part us , are emancipate 3 and loosed . Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air , that moment they are free ; They touch our country , and their shackles 4 fall . " COWPER . ( 1 ) Sinews - muscles ...
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... wave through the Indian sky , From the myrrh - trees of glowing Araby . " We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd , — Silent they lie with the deserts around ! We have cross'd proud rivers , whose tide hath roll'd , All dark with the ...
... wave through the Indian sky , From the myrrh - trees of glowing Araby . " We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd , — Silent they lie with the deserts around ! We have cross'd proud rivers , whose tide hath roll'd , All dark with the ...
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... wave to the billow's crown ; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam , The Stormy Petrel finds a home , - A home ... waves , and mounts over their curling crests , secure amidst the strife of waters ; often with wings expanded is it ...
... wave to the billow's crown ; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam , The Stormy Petrel finds a home , - A home ... waves , and mounts over their curling crests , secure amidst the strife of waters ; often with wings expanded is it ...
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... wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ; Where Blake ( 1 ) and mighty Nelson fell ... waves , Her home is on the deep ; ( 1 ) Blake - a celebrated English Admiral in the time of Cromwell . He defeated ...
... wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame , And Ocean was their grave ; Where Blake ( 1 ) and mighty Nelson fell ... waves , Her home is on the deep ; ( 1 ) Blake - a celebrated English Admiral in the time of Cromwell . He defeated ...
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... . With neither sign nor sound of shock , The waves flow'd o'er the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The pious Abbot of Aberbrothock , Had placed that bell 50.
... . With neither sign nor sound of shock , The waves flow'd o'er the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The pious Abbot of Aberbrothock , Had placed that bell 50.
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Page 50 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Page 14 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page iii - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Page 47 - He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Page 40 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 41 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 5 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 46 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 44 - With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! 1815.
Page vii - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.