Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - Всего страниц: 368 |
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... heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling ...
... heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling ...
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... heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the Ocean - child ! I've lived since then , in calm and strife , Full fifty summers a sailor's life , With wealth to spend and a power to range , But never have sought , nor sighed for ...
... heard such an outcry wild As welcomed to life the Ocean - child ! I've lived since then , in calm and strife , Full fifty summers a sailor's life , With wealth to spend and a power to range , But never have sought , nor sighed for ...
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... heard a challenge - trumpet Sounding in the Pass below , And the distant tramp of horses , And the voices of the foe : Down we crouched amid the brachen , Till the Lowland ranks drew near , Panting like the hounds in summer , When they ...
... heard a challenge - trumpet Sounding in the Pass below , And the distant tramp of horses , And the voices of the foe : Down we crouched amid the brachen , Till the Lowland ranks drew near , Panting like the hounds in summer , When they ...
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... , amidst the battle's thunder , Shot , and steel , and scorching flame , In the glory of his manhood Passed the spirit of the Græme ! -W . E. AYTOUN . 7 . LAMENT FOR FLODDEN . I've heard them lilting 82 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
... , amidst the battle's thunder , Shot , and steel , and scorching flame , In the glory of his manhood Passed the spirit of the Græme ! -W . E. AYTOUN . 7 . LAMENT FOR FLODDEN . I've heard them lilting 82 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
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James Baldwin. 7 . LAMENT FOR FLODDEN . I've heard them lilting at our ewe - milking , Lasses a ' lilting before dawn o ' day ; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a ' wede away . At bughts , in ...
James Baldwin. 7 . LAMENT FOR FLODDEN . I've heard them lilting at our ewe - milking , Lasses a ' lilting before dawn o ' day ; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a ' wede away . At bughts , in ...
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Стр. 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Стр. 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Стр. 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 186 - 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 hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 158 - 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. 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Стр. 102 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.