English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... , It reaches the place Of its deep descent . The cataract strong Then plunges along , Striking and raging , As if war waging Its caverns and rocks among Rising and leaping , Sinking and creeping , Swelling and sweeping , Showering and 36.
... , It reaches the place Of its deep descent . The cataract strong Then plunges along , Striking and raging , As if war waging Its caverns and rocks among Rising and leaping , Sinking and creeping , Swelling and sweeping , Showering and 36.
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... rise as no ship could withstand , It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water ...
... rise as no ship could withstand , It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water ...
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... rise in fervent prayer ; " And beseech the God of heaven " To receive your spirit there , " Like a living star to blaze , " Ever to your SAVIOUR'S praise . " TAYLOR . EASTER HYMN . JESUS CHRIST is risen to - day , Our triumphant holiday ...
... rise in fervent prayer ; " And beseech the God of heaven " To receive your spirit there , " Like a living star to blaze , " Ever to your SAVIOUR'S praise . " TAYLOR . EASTER HYMN . JESUS CHRIST is risen to - day , Our triumphant holiday ...
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... rising from the dim - wood glen , Standards on standards , men on men , In slow succession still , And sweeping o'er the Gothic Arch , And pressing on in ceaseless march , To gain the opposing hill . That morn , to many a trumpet clang ...
... rising from the dim - wood glen , Standards on standards , men on men , In slow succession still , And sweeping o'er the Gothic Arch , And pressing on in ceaseless march , To gain the opposing hill . That morn , to many a trumpet clang ...
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... rise no more ; Then , touch'd with pity and remorse , He sorrow'd o'er the expiring horse . “ I little thought , when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine , That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs , my ...
... rise no more ; Then , touch'd with pity and remorse , He sorrow'd o'er the expiring horse . “ I little thought , when first thy rein I slack'd upon the banks of Seine , That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs , my ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...