Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... ride in state To break the strength of armies and topple down the great : Each of these my courteous servant , none of these my mate . My Father counting up his strength sets down with equal pen So many head of cattle , head of horses ...
... ride in state To break the strength of armies and topple down the great : Each of these my courteous servant , none of these my mate . My Father counting up his strength sets down with equal pen So many head of cattle , head of horses ...
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... ride- But the goblins flit to and fro . From the skull of darkness , deep and wide , The eyes of the dragons glow ; From the thickets the silent serpents glide ; But I pass them - I let them go . For I shall come , ere the morning light ...
... ride- But the goblins flit to and fro . From the skull of darkness , deep and wide , The eyes of the dragons glow ; From the thickets the silent serpents glide ; But I pass them - I let them go . For I shall come , ere the morning light ...
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... ride by night ; No spectre would cross my galloping , But the moonbeams long and white ; And the birds from their quiet slumbering , Would flit off an arrow's flight . But bridle me Twilight , my dapple - gray , With a snaffle rein and ...
... ride by night ; No spectre would cross my galloping , But the moonbeams long and white ; And the birds from their quiet slumbering , Would flit off an arrow's flight . But bridle me Twilight , my dapple - gray , With a snaffle rein and ...
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... ride . The torrent is deep - we plunge and swim . The cold light wets the tide , From the opening east , like the plashes dim On my Twilight's dappled side . We pass like morn o'er dale and hill , O'er desert , moor , and beach ; In the ...
... ride . The torrent is deep - we plunge and swim . The cold light wets the tide , From the opening east , like the plashes dim On my Twilight's dappled side . We pass like morn o'er dale and hill , O'er desert , moor , and beach ; In the ...
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... ride the dapple - gray ; In the stable let him lie . I dare not judge , I dare not kill ; The sword I will not wear . A better service remaineth still- Good tidings I will bear . As the light climbs up the noontide hill , Bring round my ...
... ride the dapple - gray ; In the stable let him lie . I dare not judge , I dare not kill ; The sword I will not wear . A better service remaineth still- Good tidings I will bear . As the light climbs up the noontide hill , Bring round my ...
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Page 17 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 54 - She now compounds for winning ways By morals of the sternest, Methinks the lays of nowadays Are painfully in earnest. When Wisdom halts, I humbly try To make the most of Folly: If Pallas be unwilling, I Prefer to flirt with Polly; To quit the goddess for the maid Seems low in lofty musers; But Pallas is a lofty jade — And beggars can't be choosers. I do not wish to see the slaves Of party, stirring passion, Or psalms quite superseding staves, Or piety "the fashion.
Page 1 - You who sat to see us starve," one shrieking woman said: "Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head." Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth, I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith, I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath; With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand, I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land. They shall take all to buy them...