The Book of PoetryBennett George Johns James Burns, 1847 - 186 من الصفحات |
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... blood - gouts shock'd his view ! O'erturned his infant's bed he found , The blood - stain'd cover rent ; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent . He call'd his child — no voice replied ; He search'd with terror ...
... blood - gouts shock'd his view ! O'erturned his infant's bed he found , The blood - stain'd cover rent ; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent . He call'd his child — no voice replied ; He search'd with terror ...
الصفحة 20
... blood - red light . Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death- like silence broke , And with one start , and with one cry , the royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates arose the answer- ing fires ; At once the wild alarum ...
... blood - red light . Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death- like silence broke , And with one start , and with one cry , the royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates arose the answer- ing fires ; At once the wild alarum ...
الصفحة 37
... blood , A proud though childlike form . The flames rolled on - he would not go , Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . He called aloud , " Say , father , say , If yet my task is ...
... blood , A proud though childlike form . The flames rolled on - he would not go , Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . He called aloud , " Say , father , say , If yet my task is ...
الصفحة 53
... blood . Yet when the rage of battle ceased , The victor's soul was not appeased ; The naked and forlorn must feel Devouring flames and murd'ring steel ! The pious mother doom'd to death Forsaken wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind ...
... blood . Yet when the rage of battle ceased , The victor's soul was not appeased ; The naked and forlorn must feel Devouring flames and murd'ring steel ! The pious mother doom'd to death Forsaken wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind ...
الصفحة 59
... , And good Coligny's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for His own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . 60 THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE . The king is PT . I.
... , And good Coligny's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God , who rules the fate of war , To fight for His own holy name , and Henry of Navarre . 60 THE WAR OF THE LEAGUE . The king is PT . I.
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beauty behold beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead death deep doth dreadful E'en earth eyes fair falchion Father William fear fire flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre HENRY VAUGHAN hill HOHENLINDEN holy hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN look look'd Lord lowly Lycidas Mayenne morn mourn murmur Navarre never night o'er pass'd peace pomp porringer praise pray proud rise round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sight silent sing SIR JOHN MOORE Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit star stream swain sweet tears tears of thoughtful thee thine things thou art thou hast thought voice wand'ring wave weep wild wind woods young youth