The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 21
... hast thou since then been made A horror and a warning to all lands ; When kingly power conspired with papal craft To plot and perpetrate that massacre , Which neither change of kalendar , nor lapse Of time , shall hide from memory , or ...
... hast thou since then been made A horror and a warning to all lands ; When kingly power conspired with papal craft To plot and perpetrate that massacre , Which neither change of kalendar , nor lapse Of time , shall hide from memory , or ...
الصفحة 27
... hast left thine home then , and obey'd The feverish fancies of an ardent brain ! And hast thou left him too , the youth whose eye Forever glancing on thee , spake so well Affection's eloquent tale ? " So as he said , She glanced on him ...
... hast left thine home then , and obey'd The feverish fancies of an ardent brain ! And hast thou left him too , the youth whose eye Forever glancing on thee , spake so well Affection's eloquent tale ? " So as he said , She glanced on him ...
الصفحة 29
... hast done ill to quit thy mother's home ! Alone and aged she will weep for thee , Wasting her little that is left of life In anguish . Now go back again to Arc , And cheer her wintry hours of widowhood , And love my memory there . ' 66 ...
... hast done ill to quit thy mother's home ! Alone and aged she will weep for thee , Wasting her little that is left of life In anguish . Now go back again to Arc , And cheer her wintry hours of widowhood , And love my memory there . ' 66 ...
الصفحة 38
... the chief , " Well hast thou proved thy mission , as by words And miracles attested when dismay'd The grave theologists dismiss'd their doubts , : Little regarding on the one side he Who to 38 BOOK VII . JOAN OF ARC .
... the chief , " Well hast thou proved thy mission , as by words And miracles attested when dismay'd The grave theologists dismiss'd their doubts , : Little regarding on the one side he Who to 38 BOOK VII . JOAN OF ARC .
الصفحة 47
... hast lived too long . " Again he aim'd his arbalist : the string Struck forceful : swift the erring arrow sped Guiltless of blood , for lightly o'er the court Bounded the warrior Virgin . Glacidas Whirl as they pierce the victim.152 ...
... hast lived too long . " Again he aim'd his arbalist : the string Struck forceful : swift the erring arrow sped Guiltless of blood , for lightly o'er the court Bounded the warrior Virgin . Glacidas Whirl as they pierce the victim.152 ...
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الصفحة 176 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
الصفحة 462 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
الصفحة 223 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
الصفحة 466 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
الصفحة 445 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
الصفحة 462 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
الصفحة 153 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
الصفحة 216 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
الصفحة 74 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
الصفحة 129 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.