The young Englishman's first poetry book, compiled by E.C. Lowe |
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... There's Nae Luck about the House 75. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea 76. The Affliction of Margaret 77. GOD'S Acre · • · • A. Cunningham 150 • Wordsworth 151 • Longfellow 153 Wordsworth 154 78. She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways 79. The ...
... There's Nae Luck about the House 75. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea 76. The Affliction of Margaret 77. GOD'S Acre · • · • A. Cunningham 150 • Wordsworth 151 • Longfellow 153 Wordsworth 154 78. She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways 79. The ...
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... there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept - and turning homeward , cried , " ...
... there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . They wept - and turning homeward , cried , " ...
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... there were none ! Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That ...
... there were none ! Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That ...
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... valley of Death Rode the six hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! 66 Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! " Was there 11 An Elegy on the Death of a Mad.
... valley of Death Rode the six hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! 66 Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! " Was there 11 An Elegy on the Death of a Mad.
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... there , Charging an army , while All the world wonder'd : Plunged in the battery smoke , Right through the line they broke ; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd ; Then they rode back , but not— Not ...
... there , Charging an army , while All the world wonder'd : Plunged in the battery smoke , Right through the line they broke ; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd ; Then they rode back , but not— Not ...
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66 Straight a'that BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beneath bird brave bright captain cheer Cheviot child churchyard cried Crooked Lane dark dead dear death Dora double dungeon doughty Douglas dread dungeon fair faithful father flew foreign bands gallant Gelert gentle Gilpin gone grave green grew grey plover hand hath hear heard heart heaven John Anderson John Barleycorn king knew land light look look'd Lord Percy merry mighty moonlight play morn mother ne'er Netherby never night Northumberland o'er poor dog Tray pride queen's old courtier quoth raven river Dee rode round the Square Sally Brown Scotland seem'd side sigh sight sing slain smile song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand tree Trelawny Twas voice wave weep WHITE SQUALL wild wind wings word Wordsworth Wykeham's young Lochinvar
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Страница 55 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 120 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 130 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Страница 11 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Страница 150 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee! "O for a soft and gentle wind!
Страница 51 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Страница 162 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Страница 96 - The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 114 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Страница 50 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain — Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.