English verse for repetition, with notes by W.B. Stanford1873 - Всего страниц: 104 |
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... bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I ...
... bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I ...
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... bells were ringing . 25 . GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK . Pibroch of Donuil Dhu , Pibroch of Donuil , Wake thy wild voice anew , Summon Clan Connuil . Come away , come away , Hark to the summons ! Come in your war - array , Gentles ...
... bells were ringing . 25 . GATHERING SONG OF DONALD THE BLACK . Pibroch of Donuil Dhu , Pibroch of Donuil , Wake thy wild voice anew , Summon Clan Connuil . Come away , come away , Hark to the summons ! Come in your war - array , Gentles ...
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... Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the rock was hid by the surge's swell The mariners heard the warning bell ...
... Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung , And over the waves its warning rung . When the rock was hid by the surge's swell The mariners heard the warning bell ...
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... Bell The Devil below was ringing his knell . WORDSWORTH . 37 . WE ARE SEVEN . A simple child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight ...
... Bell The Devil below was ringing his knell . WORDSWORTH . 37 . WE ARE SEVEN . A simple child , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl ; She was eight ...
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... bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown , And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down ! So stalked he when he turned to flight , on that ...
... bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells . Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown , And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down ! So stalked he when he turned to flight , on that ...
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Стр. 65 - 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.
Стр. 19 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak...
Стр. 32 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast, And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. " Oh for a soft and gentle wind...
Стр. 20 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Стр. 23 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Стр. 48 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Стр. 1 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Стр. 5 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 6 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.