The young Englishman's first poetry book, compiled by E.C. Lowe |
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... thought of the morrow . We thought , as we hollowed his narrow bed , And smoothed down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit ...
... thought of the morrow . We thought , as we hollowed his narrow bed , And smoothed down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit ...
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... thought ! Longfellow . 7. - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound 66 Cries , Boatman , do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound " To row us o'er the ferry . " " Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle , 9 ...
... thought ! Longfellow . 7. - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound 66 Cries , Boatman , do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound " To row us o'er the ferry . " " Now who be ye , would cross Lochgyle , 9 ...
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... thought but little of it . Then all the fleas in Jewry Jumped up and bit like fury ; And the progeny of Jacob Did on the Main - deck wake up ( I wot those greasy Rabbins Would never pay for cabins ) ; And each man moaned and jabbered in ...
... thought but little of it . Then all the fleas in Jewry Jumped up and bit like fury ; And the progeny of Jacob Did on the Main - deck wake up ( I wot those greasy Rabbins Would never pay for cabins ) ; And each man moaned and jabbered in ...
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... thought hereafter How he beat the storm to laughter ; For well he knew his vessel With that vain storm could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her , And doomed ourselves to slaughter , How gaily he fought her , And through the ...
... thought hereafter How he beat the storm to laughter ; For well he knew his vessel With that vain storm could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her , And doomed ourselves to slaughter , How gaily he fought her , And through the ...
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... thought his soul approved , Cheerful he seem'd , and gentleness he loved ; To bliss domestic he his heart resign'd , And with the firmest had the fondest mind : Were others joyful , he look'd smiling on , And gave allowance where he ...
... thought his soul approved , Cheerful he seem'd , and gentleness he loved ; To bliss domestic he his heart resign'd , And with the firmest had the fondest mind : Were others joyful , he look'd smiling on , And gave allowance where he ...
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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.