English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Song Alexander's Feast 77 82 84 85 Ariel's Song 88 Fairy Song 88 دو Dirge . 89 Hubert and Arthur 90 99 MACAULAY Horatius 95 • 99 Song of the Huguenots 103 The Armada 107 99 GRAY . Elegy 112 The Bard 116 · CAMPBELL Battle of the Baltic ...
... Song Alexander's Feast 77 82 84 85 Ariel's Song 88 Fairy Song 88 دو Dirge . 89 Hubert and Arthur 90 99 MACAULAY Horatius 95 • 99 Song of the Huguenots 103 The Armada 107 99 GRAY . Elegy 112 The Bard 116 · CAMPBELL Battle of the Baltic ...
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... Song . 180 GOLDSMITH • The Deserted Village 181 COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture . 184 BURNS The Cotter's Saturday Night 188 CRABBE A Mother's Death 190 SCOTT . Extracts 192 BYRON Waterloo 209 Italian Sunset 212 99 MACAULAY ...
... Song . 180 GOLDSMITH • The Deserted Village 181 COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture . 184 BURNS The Cotter's Saturday Night 188 CRABBE A Mother's Death 190 SCOTT . Extracts 192 BYRON Waterloo 209 Italian Sunset 212 99 MACAULAY ...
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... Piedmont . 277 On his Blindness 277 To Mr. Lawrence 278 On his deceased Wife . 278 Speech and Song of the Lady in Comus . 279 BURNS To Mary in Heaven KIRKE WHITE . To the Primrose 280 281 BYRON " " MOORE SCOTT . The Coliseum Death of vi.
... Piedmont . 277 On his Blindness 277 To Mr. Lawrence 278 On his deceased Wife . 278 Speech and Song of the Lady in Comus . 279 BURNS To Mary in Heaven KIRKE WHITE . To the Primrose 280 281 BYRON " " MOORE SCOTT . The Coliseum Death of vi.
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... Song " She was a phantom of delight " Lucy " " " " " 9 " 9 " She dwelt among the untrodden ways " " The world is too much with us " " Surprised by joy " 288 289 292 292 293 295 295 · 296 Written at sunrise on Westminster Bridge 296 ...
... Song " She was a phantom of delight " Lucy " " " " " 9 " 9 " She dwelt among the untrodden ways " " The world is too much with us " " Surprised by joy " 288 289 292 292 293 295 295 · 296 Written at sunrise on Westminster Bridge 296 ...
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... ? his owner had a house Full ten miles off , at Ware . So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong , So did he fly - which brings me to The middle of my song . Away went Gilpin , out of breath , And sore 29.
... ? his owner had a house Full ten miles off , at Ware . So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong , So did he fly - which brings me to The middle of my song . Away went Gilpin , out of breath , And sore 29.
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Страница 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
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