English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... voice of modern battle , But slow and far between The hillock gained , Lord Marmion stayed : " Here , by this cross , " he gently said , 66 ' You well may view the scene . Here shalt thou tarry , lovely Clare : O ! think of Marmion in ...
... voice of modern battle , But slow and far between The hillock gained , Lord Marmion stayed : " Here , by this cross , " he gently said , 66 ' You well may view the scene . Here shalt thou tarry , lovely Clare : O ! think of Marmion in ...
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... voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . She stooped her by the runnel's side , But in abhorrence backward drew , For oozing from the mountain wide , Where raged the war , a dark red tide Was curdling in the streamlet blue ...
... voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . She stooped her by the runnel's side , But in abhorrence backward drew , For oozing from the mountain wide , Where raged the war , a dark red tide Was curdling in the streamlet blue ...
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... voice was in his ear , And that the priest he could not hear , For that she ever sung , " In the lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying ! " So the notes rung . " Avoid thee , Fiend ...
... voice was in his ear , And that the priest he could not hear , For that she ever sung , " In the lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying ! " So the notes rung . " Avoid thee , Fiend ...
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... voices join'd the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo , No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew . Far from the tumult fled the roe , Close in her covert cower'd the doe , The falcon , from her cairn on high , Cast on the rout a ...
... voices join'd the shout ; With hark and whoop and wild halloo , No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew . Far from the tumult fled the roe , Close in her covert cower'd the doe , The falcon , from her cairn on high , Cast on the rout a ...
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... voice of fear , And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer : And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hur- rying feet , And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each roaring street : And broader ...
... voice of fear , And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer : And from the farthest wards was heard the rush of hur- rying feet , And the broad streams of flags and pikes dashed down each roaring street : And broader ...
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amain arms array Arth battle beneath BISHOP KEN Blount Branksome Branksome Hall brave breath bright brow cease from troubling chase cheer Clare Clusium crest cried dark dead deep DIES iræ dread dust earth England's Eustace eyes fair Father fierce fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant glory grave hall hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly host helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill Holy Horatius horse host Hubert HYMN Janiculum King Lars Porsena Lartius light little prince lonely look Lord Marmion loud Mayenne Moncontour morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er plain Praise rein rest rill rode rose Saint SCOTT SHAKSPERE shore shout sigh sing Skiddaw slain sleep smile song soul sound spears spirit squire stag steed tear thee thine Thou art gone Tiber toil tower voice wake weep wicked cease young Lochinvar
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الصفحة 30 - Changed his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good! ~By too severe a fate, Fallen! fallen! fallen! fallen! Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood!
الصفحة 6 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
الصفحة 57 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
الصفحة 59 - E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 1 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
الصفحة 70 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
الصفحة 70 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
الصفحة 57 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
الصفحة 61 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
الصفحة 6 - 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.