English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... Battle of Blenheim 33 The Cataract of Lodore . 35 ,, Judgment on a Wicked Bishop . 39 SCOTT . Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 COLERIDGE The Raven 45 Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON On May Morning 47 HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR ...
... Battle of Blenheim 33 The Cataract of Lodore . 35 ,, Judgment on a Wicked Bishop . 39 SCOTT . Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 COLERIDGE The Raven 45 Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON On May Morning 47 HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR ...
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... Battle of the Baltic Dirge Burial of Moore 95 103 107 112 • 116 122 125 126 127 · 128 130 132 Midnight Hymn · 133 Luther's Hymn 135 The Rose • The Castaway Morning Hymn . Evening Hymn PAGE 135 136 137 138 145 148 149 159 180 iv.
... Battle of the Baltic Dirge Burial of Moore 95 103 107 112 • 116 122 125 126 127 · 128 130 132 Midnight Hymn · 133 Luther's Hymn 135 The Rose • The Castaway Morning Hymn . Evening Hymn PAGE 135 136 137 138 145 148 149 159 180 iv.
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... he had got up He did again get down . Now let us sing , Long live the king , And Gilpin long live he , And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! COWPER . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . Ir was a summer evening 32.
... he had got up He did again get down . Now let us sing , Long live the king , And Gilpin long live he , And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! COWPER . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . Ir was a summer evening 32.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . Ir was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun , And by him sported on the green His little grandchild ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . Ir was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun , And by him sported on the green His little grandchild ...
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... battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post , in the battle of the Nile , after the ship had taken fire , and all the guns ...
... battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post , in the battle of the Nile , after the ship had taken fire , and all the guns ...
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Стр. 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Стр. 152 - 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.
Стр. 136 - 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.
Стр. 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Стр. 62 - 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.
Стр. 74 - 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...
Стр. 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Стр. 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Стр. 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...