English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
... when will ye come hame again ? Dear Willie , tell to me . " WILLIAM . " When sun and mune leap on yon hill ; And that will never be . " a Blood . b One - only . c Sorrow . d Woe . She turned hersel ' right round about , And her 17.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. She turned hersel ' right round about , And her heart burst into three : " My ae best son is deid an gane , a my tother ane I'll ne'er see . " And OLD BALLAD . THE CHILD OF ELLE . ON yonder hill a ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. She turned hersel ' right round about , And her heart burst into three : " My ae best son is deid an gane , a my tother ane I'll ne'er see . " And OLD BALLAD . THE CHILD OF ELLE . ON yonder hill a ...
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... turned his head asyde , To wipe away the starting teare , He proudely strave to hyde . In deep revolving thought he stoode , And mused a little space ; Then raised fair Emmeline from the grounde , With many a fond embrace . " Here ...
... turned his head asyde , To wipe away the starting teare , He proudely strave to hyde . In deep revolving thought he stoode , And mused a little space ; Then raised fair Emmeline from the grounde , With many a fond embrace . " Here ...
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... turning round his head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would trouble him much more . ' Twas long before the customers Were suited ...
... turning round his head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would trouble him much more . ' Twas long before the customers Were suited ...
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... turning to his horse , he said , " I am in haste to dine , ' Twas for your pleasure you came here , You shall go back for mine . " Ah luckless speech , and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear , For while he spake a braying ass ...
... turning to his horse , he said , " I am in haste to dine , ' Twas for your pleasure you came here , You shall go back for mine . " Ah luckless speech , and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear , For while he spake a braying ass ...
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Page 273 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Page 150 - 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 220 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 134 - 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 47 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 205 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Page 72 - 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 48 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.