The young Englishman's first poetry book, compiled by E.C. Lowe |
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... born a boy To William ; then distresses came on him ; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate , Heart broken , and his father help'd him not . But Dora stored what little she could save , And sent it them by stealth , nor did they 57 ...
... born a boy To William ; then distresses came on him ; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate , Heart broken , and his father help'd him not . But Dora stored what little she could save , And sent it them by stealth , nor did they 57 ...
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... born baby died : " But things like that you know , must be " At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight " After the field was won ; " For many thousand bodies here " Lay rotting in the sun : " But things like that you ...
... born baby died : " But things like that you know , must be " At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight " After the field was won ; " For many thousand bodies here " Lay rotting in the sun : " But things like that you ...
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... , who gave him wisdom , prospered the lowly man : So two fair Colleges arose , one in calm Oxford's glade , And one where Itchen sparkles beneath the plane - tree shade . There seventy true - born English boys be nourished year 68.
... , who gave him wisdom , prospered the lowly man : So two fair Colleges arose , one in calm Oxford's glade , And one where Itchen sparkles beneath the plane - tree shade . There seventy true - born English boys be nourished year 68.
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Edward Clarke Lowe. There seventy true - born English boys be nourished year by year In the nurture of good learning , and in God's holy fear ; And gave them steadfast laws , and bade them never move Without sweet signs of brotherhood ...
Edward Clarke Lowe. There seventy true - born English boys be nourished year by year In the nurture of good learning , and in God's holy fear ; And gave them steadfast laws , and bade them never move Without sweet signs of brotherhood ...
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... born . Faint she grew , and ever fainter , As she murmur'd , " O , that he " Were once more that landscape painter " Which did win my heart from me ! So she drooped and drooped before him , Fading slowly from his side : Three fair ...
... born . Faint she grew , and ever fainter , As she murmur'd , " O , that he " Were once more that landscape painter " Which did win my heart from me ! So she drooped and drooped before him , Fading slowly from his side : Three fair ...
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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.