English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... Death Dies Irę . PART THE THIRD . SPENSER Extracts from the Faerie Queene 29 SHAKSPERE MILTON WALLER . GOLDSMITH Ministering Angels . Extracts Extracts Song The Deserted Village COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture . BURNS The ...
... Death Dies Irę . PART THE THIRD . SPENSER Extracts from the Faerie Queene 29 SHAKSPERE MILTON WALLER . GOLDSMITH Ministering Angels . Extracts Extracts Song The Deserted Village COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture . BURNS The ...
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... Death of the Princess Charlotte Sunset The Minstrel's Farewell to his Harp Moonlight From Thalaba " " COLERIDGE WORDSWORTH " " 9 99 " " Song • . " She was a phantom of delight " Lucy • PAGE . 282 · 285 286 287 · 288 289 292 292 • 293 ...
... Death of the Princess Charlotte Sunset The Minstrel's Farewell to his Harp Moonlight From Thalaba " " COLERIDGE WORDSWORTH " " 9 99 " " Song • . " She was a phantom of delight " Lucy • PAGE . 282 · 285 286 287 · 288 289 292 292 • 293 ...
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... death all over him came , For the rats had eaten it out of the frame . As he look'd , there came a man from his farm , He had a countenance white with alarm ; " My Lord , I open'd your granaries this morn , And the rats had eaten all ...
... death all over him came , For the rats had eaten it out of the frame . As he look'd , there came a man from his farm , He had a countenance white with alarm ; " My Lord , I open'd your granaries this morn , And the rats had eaten all ...
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... Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thanked him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! COLERIDGE . ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION . 66 Do you ask what the birds say ? The sparrow ...
... Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thanked him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! COLERIDGE . ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION . 66 Do you ask what the birds say ? The sparrow ...
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... death below , His voice no longer heard . He called aloud- " Say , Father , say , If yet my task be done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . " Speak , Father , " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ...
... death below , His voice no longer heard . He called aloud- " Say , Father , say , If yet my task be done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . " Speak , Father , " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ...
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Page 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her 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 bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 152 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 136 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 74 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...