English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... grace ; His bugle - horn hung by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldrick tied ; And his short faulchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . His kirtle , made of forest green , Reached scantly to his knee ; And ...
... grace ; His bugle - horn hung by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldrick tied ; And his short faulchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . His kirtle , made of forest green , Reached scantly to his knee ; And ...
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... 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 match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar ...
... 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 match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar ...
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... grace divine ! O think on faith and bliss ! By many a death - bed I have been , And many a sinner's parting seen ; But never aught like this . ' The war , that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale , And ...
... grace divine ! O think on faith and bliss ! By many a death - bed I have been , And many a sinner's parting seen ; But never aught like this . ' The war , that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale , And ...
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... grace , Hung trophies of the fight or chase : A target there , a bugle here , A battle - axe , a hunting spear , And broadswords , bows , and arrows store , With the tusk'd trophies of the boar . Here grins the wolf as when he died ...
... grace , Hung trophies of the fight or chase : A target there , a bugle here , A battle - axe , a hunting spear , And broadswords , bows , and arrows store , With the tusk'd trophies of the boar . Here grins the wolf as when he died ...
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... And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face , " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks 100.
... And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face , " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks 100.
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Alba Longa arms Arth battle beneath bless blood bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cried dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle eyes fair falcon crest father fear fell fire flowers foes gallant glory grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy honourable Hubert HYMN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE Lochinvar look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth rest rise rose round Saint shade sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spears spirit star steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tower twas unto voice watch wave ween weep wind wing
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