The Call of the Homeland: A Collection of English VerseBlackie, 1907 - Всего страниц: 426 |
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... thou Bonnie Dundee . ” With sour - featured Whigs the Grassmarket crammed , As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged ; was There was spite in each look , there was fear in each e'e , As they watched for the bonnets of Bonnie ...
... thou Bonnie Dundee . ” With sour - featured Whigs the Grassmarket crammed , As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged ; was There was spite in each look , there was fear in each e'e , As they watched for the bonnets of Bonnie ...
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... - drops bodingly from their prison start . Though I toil anew , shadows to pursue , Shadows vain , thou ' lt remain within my heart . J. Oxenford . D Culloden ( 1746 ) ARK , dark was the Echoes from History 25 Farewell, Manchester.
... - drops bodingly from their prison start . Though I toil anew , shadows to pursue , Shadows vain , thou ' lt remain within my heart . J. Oxenford . D Culloden ( 1746 ) ARK , dark was the Echoes from History 25 Farewell, Manchester.
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... thou to the gods been dear , - To have fallen where Keppoch fell , With the war - pipe loud in thine ear ! To have died with never a stain On the fair White Rose of Renown , To have fallen , fighting in vain , For thy father , thy faith ...
... thou to the gods been dear , - To have fallen where Keppoch fell , With the war - pipe loud in thine ear ! To have died with never a stain On the fair White Rose of Renown , To have fallen , fighting in vain , For thy father , thy faith ...
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... thou sleepest from home , From the tears of the Northern skies , In the secular dust of Rome . · A city of death and the dead , But thither a pilgrim came , Wearing on weary head The crowns of years and fame : Little the Lucrine lake Or ...
... thou sleepest from home , From the tears of the Northern skies , In the secular dust of Rome . · A city of death and the dead , But thither a pilgrim came , Wearing on weary head The crowns of years and fame : Little the Lucrine lake Or ...
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... Thou rusty Jacobitish vane , Does thy faint creak still tell The sparrows , that , spite sun and rain , The King shall have his own again , And all shall yet be well ? Or dost thou tell the breeze that fans The tree - tops near thee ...
... Thou rusty Jacobitish vane , Does thy faint creak still tell The sparrows , that , spite sun and rain , The King shall have his own again , And all shall yet be well ? Or dost thou tell the breeze that fans The tree - tops near thee ...
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A. B. Paterson A. C. Benson Adam Lindsay Gordon birds blow blue bonnie Bonnie Dundee breast breath breeze bright brown Buy my caller caller herrin Charles Kingsley clouds crown dark dawn dead dear deep doth dream earth England Ethel Clifford eyes face fair fame Fleet Street flowers foam gather gleam golden grass grave green grey grey gulls happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hills King kiss land light live lonely merry Moira O'Neill morning never night Nora Chesson o'er peace Perceval Gibbon purple R. L. Stevenson rain Ring river roll rose round sail sand shine ships shore silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound stars stream summer sweet tears thee Theodore Watts-Dunton There's thine things thou thought tide toil trees voice wander watch wave wild wind winter woods
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Стр. 333 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Стр. 5 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Стр. 73 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 127 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 185 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Стр. 11 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Стр. 18 - IT 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 Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Стр. 401 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Стр. 333 - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Стр. 179 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.