English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright , Well - mounted on a gallant steed , Ran fiercely through the fight : And past the English archers all , Without a dread 6.
... wrath did vow revenge Upon the Erle Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd , Who , with a spere full bright , Well - mounted on a gallant steed , Ran fiercely through the fight : And past the English archers all , Without a dread 6.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. And past the English archers all , Without a dread or feare ; And through Erle Percy's body then He thrust his hateful spere ; With such vehement force and might He did his body gore , The staff ran ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. And past the English archers all , Without a dread or feare ; And through Erle Percy's body then He thrust his hateful spere ; With such vehement force and might He did his body gore , The staff ran ...
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... dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid ...
... dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid ...
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... dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God . THE BARD . 1 . " RUIN seize thee , ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing , They mock ...
... dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God . THE BARD . 1 . " RUIN seize thee , ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing , They mock ...
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... dread The as grave little as my bed ; To die , that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day . O ! may my soul on Thee repose , And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close , - Sleep that may me more vigorous make , To serve my God ...
... dread The as grave little as my bed ; To die , that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day . O ! may my soul on Thee repose , And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close , - Sleep that may me more vigorous make , To serve my God ...
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Alba Longa awaye beneath bless blood bowers breast breath bright brooklet Brutus Cæsar child clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle Douglas Erle Percy eyes falcon crest fallow deere father fear fire flowers gallant Gilpin grace grave green grief hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hung HYMN JOHN GILPIN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain Mozambic ne'er never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth ride rise round rutb SABRINA fair shade sigh sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spear spirit star steed stone stood stream sugh sweet tears tell tempests thee thine thou art thought to-day tower Twas unto wave weary ween weep wind wing wondrous
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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...