The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 31
... head again That ever yet did win his soldiers ' love ; Should bear the helmet's weight ; but in the field | And over all for hardihood renown'd Better to bravely die a soldier's death , Than here be tamely butcher'd . Isabel , Go to the ...
... head again That ever yet did win his soldiers ' love ; Should bear the helmet's weight ; but in the field | And over all for hardihood renown'd Better to bravely die a soldier's death , Than here be tamely butcher'd . Isabel , Go to the ...
الصفحة 40
... head , As at the Maid he aim'd his javelin , Forceful it fell , and shiver'd with the blow The iron helm , and to his brain - pan drove The fragments . At his fall the enemy , Stricken with instantaneous fear , gave way . That instant ...
... head , As at the Maid he aim'd his javelin , Forceful it fell , and shiver'd with the blow The iron helm , and to his brain - pan drove The fragments . At his fall the enemy , Stricken with instantaneous fear , gave way . That instant ...
الصفحة 42
... head unhelm'd , And stooping to the stream , reflected there Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood ! Shuddering she saw , but soon her steady soul Collected on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile respiring , for her ...
... head unhelm'd , And stooping to the stream , reflected there Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood ! Shuddering she saw , but soon her steady soul Collected on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile respiring , for her ...
الصفحة 77
... head , He threw it back . I have met with one instance in English history , and only one , of throwing the spear after the manner of the ancients . It is in Stowe's chronicle . " 1442. The 30th of January , a challenge was done in ...
... head , He threw it back . I have met with one instance in English history , and only one , of throwing the spear after the manner of the ancients . It is in Stowe's chronicle . " 1442. The 30th of January , a challenge was done in ...
الصفحة 98
... head , and heave the sigh of woe . From Persia's rugged hills descend the train , From where Orontes foams along the plain , From where Choaspes rolls his royal waves , And India sends her sons , submissive slaves . Thy daughters ...
... head , and heave the sigh of woe . From Persia's rugged hills descend the train , From where Orontes foams along the plain , From where Choaspes rolls his royal waves , And India sends her sons , submissive slaves . Thy daughters ...
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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.