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Page 37
... passing chime , And the dial to herald me - Old King Time ! Softly I creep like a thief in the night , After cheeks all blooming , and eyes all bright ; My steps are seen on the patriarch's brow , In the deep - worn furrows and locks of ...
... passing chime , And the dial to herald me - Old King Time ! Softly I creep like a thief in the night , After cheeks all blooming , and eyes all bright ; My steps are seen on the patriarch's brow , In the deep - worn furrows and locks of ...
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... passed A youth , who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device , 1 ' Excelsior ! ' His brow was sad ; his eye beneath , Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that ...
... passed A youth , who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device , 1 ' Excelsior ! ' His brow was sad ; his eye beneath , Flashed like a falchion from its sheath ; And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that ...
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... passed ; And his wife - by turns she wept and smiled , As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last- He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll , And the rush of waters is in his soul . Now is the ocean's bosom bare ...
... passed ; And his wife - by turns she wept and smiled , As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last- He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll , And the rush of waters is in his soul . Now is the ocean's bosom bare ...
Page 58
... the morrow , lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed : And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill The Destruction of Sennacherib's Army ...
... the morrow , lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed : And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill The Destruction of Sennacherib's Army ...
Page 62
... passing to and fro , The young heart hot and restless , And the old subdued and slow . And for ever and for ever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken ...
... passing to and fro , The young heart hot and restless , And the old subdued and slow . And for ever and for ever , As long as the river flows , As long as the heart has passions , As long as life has woes ; The moon and its broken ...
Common terms and phrases
arms battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN BATTLE OF MORGARTEN blaze brave breath bright brow burning Charles Mackay cheek Chevy Chase child coming cried dark death deep dream Earl Douglas Eliza Cook Excelsior fair fame father fought gallant gentle gleam glow green groves hand hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre hills homes of England king lady land Lava light Little Jim little longer Lochinvar looked Lord loud Lucy Gray mighty Minstrel moor morning mother native Netherby never say fail night o'er old Arm-chair orphan boy Percy Pilgrim pride proud Rosabelle Roslin Scott Scottish sigh sing SIR JOHN MOORE slain sleep smiled snow SOLDIER song sorrow soul sound spear star Star of Bethlehem stood stormy tempests blow sweet tears thee There's thou art Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind woods Work-work-work Yarrow
Popular passages
Page 23 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 72 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 24 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 84 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none...
Page 41 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 57 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Page 85 - 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 16 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Page 42 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 61 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.