English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... my children deare ! " With that the teares did fall . These speeches then their brother spoke To this sick couple there ; " The keeping of your children dear , Sweet sister , do not feare : God never prosper me nor mine , Nor aught else 11.
... my children deare ! " With that the teares did fall . These speeches then their brother spoke To this sick couple there ; " The keeping of your children dear , Sweet sister , do not feare : God never prosper me nor mine , Nor aught else 11.
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... dear , When ye gae hames at een h ? " WILLIAM .— “ I'll say ye're lying at yon kirk style , Whare the grass grows fair and green . ' JOHN . " O no , O no , my brother dear , you must not say so ; But say that I'm gaen to a foreign land ...
... dear , When ye gae hames at een h ? " WILLIAM .— “ I'll say ye're lying at yon kirk style , Whare the grass grows fair and green . ' JOHN . " O no , O no , my brother dear , you must not say so ; But say that I'm gaen to a foreign land ...
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... dear to me . O what blude's that upon your cheek ? O dear son , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " It is the blude of my grey hound , He wadna hunt for me . ' " " MOTHER . - " O thy hound's blude was ne'er sae red , Nor e'er sae dear to me . O ...
... dear to me . O what blude's that upon your cheek ? O dear son , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " It is the blude of my grey hound , He wadna hunt for me . ' " " MOTHER . - " O thy hound's blude was ne'er sae red , Nor e'er sae dear to me . O ...
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... dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go . " Quoth Mrs. Gilpin " That's well said ; And for that wine is dear , We will be ...
... dear , Therefore it shall be done . " I am a linen - draper bold , As all the world doth know , And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go . " Quoth Mrs. Gilpin " That's well said ; And for that wine is dear , We will be ...
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... dear , For while he spake a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear . Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar , And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away Went Gilpin's hat ...
... dear , For while he spake a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear . Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar , And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away Went Gilpin's hat ...
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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...