English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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الصفحة 43
... strike below the knee ; His slackened bow was in his hand , And the leash , that was his blood - hound's band . He would not do the fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when 43.
... strike below the knee ; His slackened bow was in his hand , And the leash , that was his blood - hound's band . He would not do the fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when 43.
الصفحة 72
... arms a helpless load , A wounded knight they bore . His hand still strained the broken brand ; His arms were smeared with blood , and sand ; Dragged from among the horses ' feet , With dinted shield , and helmet beat , The falcon crest ...
... arms a helpless load , A wounded knight they bore . His hand still strained the broken brand ; His arms were smeared with blood , and sand ; Dragged from among the horses ' feet , With dinted shield , and helmet beat , The falcon crest ...
الصفحة 77
... arms ! the foemen storm the wall , " The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste . But , ere his fleet career he took , The dew - drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high , Toss'd ...
... arms ! the foemen storm the wall , " The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste . But , ere his fleet career he took , The dew - drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high , Toss'd ...
الصفحة 80
... arm and weapon bared , The wily quarry shunn'd the shock , And turn'd him from the opposing rock ; Then dashing down a darksome glen , Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took ...
... arm and weapon bared , The wily quarry shunn'd the shock , And turn'd him from the opposing rock ; Then dashing down a darksome glen , Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took ...
الصفحة 85
... arms be crown'd . The lovely Thaïs , by his side , Sat like a blooming eastern bride , In flower of youth , and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair ...
... arms be crown'd . The lovely Thaïs , by his side , Sat like a blooming eastern bride , In flower of youth , and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair ...
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الصفحة 273 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
الصفحة 150 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
الصفحة 220 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
الصفحة 134 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
الصفحة 47 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
الصفحة 205 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
الصفحة 72 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
الصفحة 48 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.