Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 страници |
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... passed over , until they have made themselves familiar with the more modern contents of the last two . A novel feature of the present volume is the introduction of nearly one thousand Marginal Quotations - each quotation being literally ...
... passed over , until they have made themselves familiar with the more modern contents of the last two . A novel feature of the present volume is the introduction of nearly one thousand Marginal Quotations - each quotation being literally ...
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... passed unquestioned through the camp , He prayeth best who loveth best , .. He sat in silence on the ground , He that loves a rosy cheek , Head the ship for England ! Hearken , thou craggy ocean - pyramid , Her chariot ready strait is ...
... passed unquestioned through the camp , He prayeth best who loveth best , .. He sat in silence on the ground , He that loves a rosy cheek , Head the ship for England ! Hearken , thou craggy ocean - pyramid , Her chariot ready strait is ...
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... passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard mirth and smiling toil retired , THESE LITTLE THINGS ARE GREAT TO LITTLE MAN . " - GOLDSMITH . " HOW BLEST IS HE WHO CROWNS IN SHADES LIKE.
... passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard mirth and smiling toil retired , THESE LITTLE THINGS ARE GREAT TO LITTLE MAN . " - GOLDSMITH . " HOW BLEST IS HE WHO CROWNS IN SHADES LIKE.
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... passed the day , Bishop Bruno , in glee ; But you must pass the night with me ! " His cheek grows pale , and his eyeballs glare , And stiff round his tonsure bristled his hair ; " GOOD THE BEGINNING , GOOD THE END SHALL BE . " - SOUTHEY ...
... passed the day , Bishop Bruno , in glee ; But you must pass the night with me ! " His cheek grows pale , and his eyeballs glare , And stiff round his tonsure bristled his hair ; " GOOD THE BEGINNING , GOOD THE END SHALL BE . " - SOUTHEY ...
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... passed unquestioned through the camp ; Their heads the soldiers bent In silent reverence , or begged A blessing as he went : And so the Hermit passed along And reached the royal tent . King Henry sate in his tent alone , The map before ...
... passed unquestioned through the camp ; Their heads the soldiers bent In silent reverence , or begged A blessing as he went : And so the Hermit passed along And reached the royal tent . King Henry sate in his tent alone , The map before ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER SELKIRK BATTLE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT BATTLE OF IVRY BEAUTY beneath bird Bishop Bruno blessed blest born brave breast breath bright Britannia CAMPBELL cloud COWPER dark death deep delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS Henry Honour HOPE hour JOHN MILTON King land light live look Lord maid MELROSE ABBEY MICHAEL DRAYTON MILTON MIND moon morning mountain MUSIC NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never night numbers o'er poem poet praise pride Queen Mab ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin round Rule Britannia shade SHELLEY shining shore sing sleep smile song SOUL sound SOUTHEY spirit spring stars storm sweet Tell thee thine THINGS THOMAS CAMPBELL thought trees voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WORDSWORTH youth
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Страница 197 - Gathering" 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, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Страница 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Страница 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Страница 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Страница 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Страница 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Страница 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Страница 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!