English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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الصفحة 49
... dead : - When grief grew loud , and bitter tears were shed : My part began ; a crowd drew near the place , Awe in each eye , alarm in every face : So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear , with pity , mingled in each mind ...
... dead : - When grief grew loud , and bitter tears were shed : My part began ; a crowd drew near the place , Awe in each eye , alarm in every face : So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear , with pity , mingled in each mind ...
الصفحة 50
... dead man's grave , but go alone the while Then go Then view St. David's ruined pile : And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! SCOTT'S LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL , ( CANTO II . ) MELROSE ABBEY AS IT WAS ...
... dead man's grave , but go alone the while Then go Then view St. David's ruined pile : And , home returning , soothly swear , Was never scene so sad and fair ! SCOTT'S LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL , ( CANTO II . ) MELROSE ABBEY AS IT WAS ...
الصفحة 51
... dead . Spreading herbs , and flowerets bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret glistened there , But was carved in the cloister arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he ...
... dead . Spreading herbs , and flowerets bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret glistened there , But was carved in the cloister arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he ...
الصفحة 52
... dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! The moon on the east oriel shone , Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ' Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand , In ...
... dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! The moon on the east oriel shone , Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ' Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand , In ...
الصفحة 53
... dead As , having died in mortal sin , Might not be laid the church within . ' Twas now a place of punishment ; Whence if so loud a shriek were sent , As reached the upper air , The hearers blessed themselves , and said , The spirits of ...
... dead As , having died in mortal sin , Might not be laid the church within . ' Twas now a place of punishment ; Whence if so loud a shriek were sent , As reached the upper air , The hearers blessed themselves , and said , The spirits of ...
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Alba Longa Antony beneath blest blood bowers breast breath bright broadsword Brutus Cæsar CANTO charms Cheviot clouds conclave crag Crispian dark dead dear deep Desdemona doom doth dread earth ENGLISH POETRY eternal fair fear fire flowers frae friends gentle grace green grief grove Gudrun hath Hear our solemn heard heart heaven hill holy honourable hope hour hung HYMN Juxta crucem knew lake leave light live LIVERPOOL LOCH KATRINE Lord loud MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain ne'er night nymphs o'er OTHELLO pale Paraclete pass'd peace pilum pity Pleb praise Prioress quake quire rise Rome round Saint SCOTT'S shade sigh sing smile soft solemn litany song sorrow soul speak spirit stood stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine to-day tree warbling watch wave weary ween weep wept wild wings wish'd wondrous wont wounded wretch
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الصفحة 38 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
الصفحة 44 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
الصفحة 41 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 48 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 16 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings...
الصفحة 14 - And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
الصفحة 11 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 44 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
الصفحة 19 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
الصفحة 8 - 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 honors 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.