An educational selection of poetry: with notes, chiefly historical, compiled by a member of the Historic society of Lancashire and Cheshire [T.W.M.].T W M 1876 |
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T W M. ΑΙΚΕΝ , Compassion . ROUND the fire , one wintry night , The farmer's rosy children sat ; The fagot lent its blazing light , And jokes went round , and careless chat ; When , hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the ...
T W M. ΑΙΚΕΝ , Compassion . ROUND the fire , one wintry night , The farmer's rosy children sat ; The fagot lent its blazing light , And jokes went round , and careless chat ; When , hark ! a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the ...
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... eyes , The place where poor old Pussy lies . The Old Soldier . THE night comes on apace ; Chill blows the blast , and drives the snow in wreaths ; Now every creature looks around for shelter ; And whether BAILLIE . 15 The Old Soldier.
... eyes , The place where poor old Pussy lies . The Old Soldier . THE night comes on apace ; Chill blows the blast , and drives the snow in wreaths ; Now every creature looks around for shelter ; And whether BAILLIE . 15 The Old Soldier.
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... meal , And take with them his quarters for the night . The agèd wanderer thankfully accepts , And by the simple hospitable board Forgets the by - past hardships of the day . B BERNARD BARTON . BORN 1784 . DIED 1849 . Bruce BAILLIE . 17.
... meal , And take with them his quarters for the night . The agèd wanderer thankfully accepts , And by the simple hospitable board Forgets the by - past hardships of the day . B BERNARD BARTON . BORN 1784 . DIED 1849 . Bruce BAILLIE . 17.
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... night till dawn of day , Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay , Of Scotland and her crown . The sun rose brightly , and its gleam Fell on that hapless bed , And tinged with light each shapeless beam Which roofed the lowly shed ; When ...
... night till dawn of day , Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay , Of Scotland and her crown . The sun rose brightly , and its gleam Fell on that hapless bed , And tinged with light each shapeless beam Which roofed the lowly shed ; When ...
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... night ? Through the mist that floats above us , Faintly sounds the vesper bell , Like a voice from those who love us , Breathing fondly , " Fare - thee - well ! " When the waves are round me breaking , As I pace the deck alone , And my ...
... night ? Through the mist that floats above us , Faintly sounds the vesper bell , Like a voice from those who love us , Breathing fondly , " Fare - thee - well ! " When the waves are round me breaking , As I pace the deck alone , And my ...
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Absalom agèd Alexander Selkirk Avès battle Battle of Minden beautiful beneath bird Black Prince blaze blood blow BORN bosom brave breast bright brow Bruce cheer child Cinque Ports cold cried Cromwell dark dead death deep desert DIED dream e'en earth England Eugene Aram ever-never eyes face fair farewell father fear fire gazed Gelert gentle grace grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill Horatius Isle King Robert knew land Lars Porsena light living living wall lonely looked Lord loud morn mother ne'er never Never-for night o'er plain poor pride Prince rage Rizpah roar rock Rome round shore sigh silent Sir John Moore smile snow sorrow soul sound Spanish West Indies steed stood stormy sweet Switzerland tears thee thou thought Twas village voice waves weary wild wind
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Page 209 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in A sure and safe one, though thy master...
Page 44 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 192 - 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.
Page 83 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of Heraldry, the pomp of Power, And all that Beauty, all that Wealth e'er gave, Await, alike, the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 133 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Page 77 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Page 41 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Page 95 - 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.
Page 78 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 166 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...