English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... breast ! Now strike the golden lyre again ! A louder yet , and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaken ...
... breast ! Now strike the golden lyre again ! A louder yet , and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark ! hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaken ...
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... breast , The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute , inglorious Milton here may rest , Some Cromwell , guiltless of his country's blood . The applause of listening senates to command , The threat of pain and ruin to despise ...
... breast , The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute , inglorious Milton here may rest , Some Cromwell , guiltless of his country's blood . The applause of listening senates to command , The threat of pain and ruin to despise ...
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... breast the parting soul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries , Even in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonoured dead , Dost in these ...
... breast the parting soul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries , Even in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonoured dead , Dost in these ...
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... breast . A voice , " as of the cherub choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings " lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . 18 It was the common belief of the Welsh nation , that King Arthur was still ...
... breast . A voice , " as of the cherub choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings " lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . 18 It was the common belief of the Welsh nation , that King Arthur was still ...
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... breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on ...
... breast , Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest , With his martial cloak around him . Few and short were the prayers we said , And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we stedfastly gazed on ...
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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...