English verse for repetition, with notes by W.B. Stanford1873 - Всего страниц: 104 |
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Стр. 17
... I wandered by its side . My dog , now lost in flags and reeds , Now starting into sight , Pursued the swallow o'er the meads , With scarce a slower flight . It was the time when Ouse display'd Its lilies newly COWPER . 17.
... I wandered by its side . My dog , now lost in flags and reeds , Now starting into sight , Pursued the swallow o'er the meads , With scarce a slower flight . It was the time when Ouse display'd Its lilies newly COWPER . 17.
Стр. 24
... lost- Must I bid twice ? Hence , varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone - to die ! " They parted , and alone he lay ; Clare drew her from the sight away , Till pain wrung forth a lowly moan , And half he murmured , " Is there none ...
... lost- Must I bid twice ? Hence , varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone - to die ! " They parted , and alone he lay ; Clare drew her from the sight away , Till pain wrung forth a lowly moan , And half he murmured , " Is there none ...
Стр. 26
... lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with the groans of the dying ! " So the notes rung : - " Avoid thee , fiend ! -with cruel hand Shake not the dying sinner's sand ! O look , my son , upon yon sign Of 26 ...
... lost battle , borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle with the groans of the dying ! " So the notes rung : - " Avoid thee , fiend ! -with cruel hand Shake not the dying sinner's sand ! O look , my son , upon yon sign Of 26 ...
Стр. 29
... lost to the forest , Like a summer - dried fountain , When our need was the sorest . The font re - appearing From the rain - drops shall borrow , But to us comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears ...
... lost to the forest , Like a summer - dried fountain , When our need was the sorest . The font re - appearing From the rain - drops shall borrow , But to us comes no cheering , To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears ...
Стр. 31
... lost love of mine To lead but one measure , drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar . " The bride kissed the goblet , the knight took it up , He quaffed ...
... lost love of mine To lead but one measure , drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar . " The bride kissed the goblet , the knight took it up , He quaffed ...
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akin Alice Brand Armada Assyria battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM blood brave bridge Britons brother brow burning called cloth cried cross dead death deed died East Retford Edward III England English eyes fair fairies fast father fear fire French gallant Gelert grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill hither Horatius Inchcape Rock king lady land Lars Porsena live Llewelyn's lonely Lord Lord Byron loud Marmion Melrose Abbey native Netherby never night o'er Pibroch Plymouth Bay poet poetry quoth rages reign river roar Romans Rome round Rule Britannia Scotch Scotland Sennacherib Sextus Shakespere ship shore shout side sing Sir Ralph snow Solway Solway Firth song sound SOUTHEY stood stormy winds sword temple of Vesta thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD Tiber tide Tis merry twas warrior waves wild winds do blow word WORDSWORTH young Lochinvar
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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.