English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... hope of heauen , from dread of darkesome hell , O gracious God , to thee I crye and wail . My God , my Lorde , my louely Lorde aloane , To thee I call , to thee I make my moane . And thou ( good God ) vouchsafe in gree to take This ...
... hope of heauen , from dread of darkesome hell , O gracious God , to thee I crye and wail . My God , my Lorde , my louely Lorde aloane , To thee I call , to thee I make my moane . And thou ( good God ) vouchsafe in gree to take This ...
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... hope in him alwaye ; He wyll appease our discorde and debate , He wyll soone saue , though we repent vs late . He wyll be ours if we continewe his , He wyll bring bale to ioye and perfect blisse . He wyll redeeme the flocke of his elect ...
... hope in him alwaye ; He wyll appease our discorde and debate , He wyll soone saue , though we repent vs late . He wyll be ours if we continewe his , He wyll bring bale to ioye and perfect blisse . He wyll redeeme the flocke of his elect ...
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... hope Of what so seldom chanced ; when to his wish , Beyond his hope , Eve separate he spies , Veiled in a cloud of fragrance , where she stood , Half spied , so thick the roses blushing round About her glowed , oft stooping to support ...
... hope Of what so seldom chanced ; when to his wish , Beyond his hope , Eve separate he spies , Veiled in a cloud of fragrance , where she stood , Half spied , so thick the roses blushing round About her glowed , oft stooping to support ...
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... Hope , Thou hovering angel , girt with golden wings , And thou , unblemished form of Chastity ! I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance , Would send ...
... Hope , Thou hovering angel , girt with golden wings , And thou , unblemished form of Chastity ! I see ye visibly , and now believe That he , the Supreme Good , to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance , Would send ...
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... hope of many nations , art thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic , less beloved head ? In the sad midnight , while thy heart still bled , The mother of a moment , o'er thy boy , Death hushed that ...
... hope of many nations , art thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic , less beloved head ? In the sad midnight , while thy heart still bled , The mother of a moment , o'er thy boy , Death hushed that ...
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alwaye angel art thou Athens behold believe that Thou bless blood boat falls rapidly Brak breath brest bright Canaan cloud COMUS dark dear death deep delight didst doth dread dreams earth ENGLISH POETRY fain fair faithful falls rapidly Adown fayre fear flower gold green grove hand Hark HARP hath hear heart heaven hell hill hire holy KEBLE knocking Lady Lady Macbeth last embrace light little boat falls LIVERPOOL Lord loud Macb Macbeth MATTHEW'S DAY Methought moche moon moonlight mountain murmur night nought numbers o'er pale PARADISE REGAINED PIEMONT plaste pourè preest rock Rome round Sail Seint serene shade shadows shine shuld sight silent sleep song soul star stood stream sweet swiche Thalaba thee thence ther thine things Thou art thought tower trewely unto vale wake watch waves WESTMINSTER BRIDGE whan Wilt thou go wind wing wolde wyll
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Стр. 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Стр. 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Стр. 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Стр. 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Стр. 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Стр. 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Стр. 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Стр. 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Стр. 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...