English verse for repetition, with notes by W.B. Stanford1873 - Всего страниц: 104 |
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... face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the thought- In troth , I'm like to greet . If Colin's weel , and weel content I hae nae mair to crave ; And gin I live to keep him sae I'm blest aboon the lave . And ...
... face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi ' the thought- In troth , I'm like to greet . If Colin's weel , and weel content I hae nae mair to crave ; And gin I live to keep him sae I'm blest aboon the lave . And ...
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... of the fowl and the brute . O Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place ! I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish COWPER . 13.
... of the fowl and the brute . O Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place ! I am out of humanity's reach , I must finish COWPER . 13.
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... face , And puzzling set his puppy brains To comprehend the case . But with a cherup clear and strong Dispersing all his dream , I thence withdrew , and follow'd long The windings of the stream . My ramble ended , I return'd ; Beau ...
... face , And puzzling set his puppy brains To comprehend the case . But with a cherup clear and strong Dispersing all his dream , I thence withdrew , and follow'd long The windings of the stream . My ramble ended , I return'd ; Beau ...
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... looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar , " Now tread we a measure , ” said young Lochinvar . So stately his form and so lovely his face That SCOTT . 31.
... looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar , " Now tread we a measure , ” said young Lochinvar . So stately his form and so lovely his face That SCOTT . 31.
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William Bedell Stanford. So stately his form and so lovely his 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 ...
William Bedell Stanford. So stately his form and so lovely his 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 ...
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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.