 | 1808 - 532 страници
...branches fafe he lay, And he was free to fport and play, When Falcons were abroad for prey. ' II. 153-4. The poem closes in this manner. ' — Now another...come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown afide his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rutting in hia halls On the blood of Clifford... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 страници
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thon trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thon. with... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 страници
...see Face of thing that is to be;. And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book r Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance,... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 350 страници
...turn'd to heaviness and fear. — Give Sir Lancelot Threlkeld praise ! Hear it, good man, old in days ! Thou tree of covert and of rest For this young bird...come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown asidejiis crook, And hath buried deep his book; Armour rustling in his halls On the blood of Clifford... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1813 - 354 страници
...Thou tree of covert and of rest For this young bird that is distrest, Among thy branches safe he layt And he was free to sport and play, When falcons were...his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rustling in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls;— ' Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance 5 * Bear... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 страници
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 страници
...POLYOLBION : Song XXX. the restoration of Lord Clifford the shepherd to the estates of his ancestors." " Now another day is come Fitter hope, and nobler doom...And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance ! Bear me to the heart... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 страници
...nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance / Sear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Jleld... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 страници
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...me to the heart of France, » Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with... | |
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Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom; He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book; Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls: 'Quell the Scot! ' exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France... 
