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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... rose , As bright the blazing fagot glows— Who , bending to the friendly light , Plies her task with busy sleight ; Come , show thy tricks and sportive graces , Thus circled round with merry faces . Backward coiled , and crouching low ...
... rose , As bright the blazing fagot glows— Who , bending to the friendly light , Plies her task with busy sleight ; Come , show thy tricks and sportive graces , Thus circled round with merry faces . Backward coiled , and crouching low ...
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... rose ; While softly from thy whiskered cheek Thy half - closed eyes peer mild and meek . But not alone by cottage fire Do rustics rude thy feats admire : The learned sage , whose thoughts explore The widest range of human lore ; Or ...
... rose ; While softly from thy whiskered cheek Thy half - closed eyes peer mild and meek . But not alone by cottage fire Do rustics rude thy feats admire : The learned sage , whose thoughts explore The widest range of human lore ; Or ...
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... rose brightly , and its gleam Fell on that hapless bed , And tinged with light each shapeless beam Which roofed the lowly shed ; When , looking up with wistful eye , The Bruce beheld a spider try His filmy thread to fling From beam to ...
... rose brightly , and its gleam Fell on that hapless bed , And tinged with light each shapeless beam Which roofed the lowly shed ; When , looking up with wistful eye , The Bruce beheld a spider try His filmy thread to fling From beam to ...
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... rose from sea to sky the wild farewell- Then shrieked the timid , and stood still the brave- Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell , As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawned around her , like a hell BYRON . 39.
... rose from sea to sky the wild farewell- Then shrieked the timid , and stood still the brave- Then some leaped overboard with dreadful yell , As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawned around her , like a hell BYRON . 39.
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... rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills * Have heard ; and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : - How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain - pipe ...
... rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills * Have heard ; and heard , too , have her Saxon foes : - How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills , Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain - pipe ...
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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...