The young Englishman's first poetry book, compiled by E.C. Lowe |
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... took The lantern in her hand . Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill ...
... took The lantern in her hand . Not blither is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time : She wandered up and down ; And many a hill ...
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... took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , 3 How rich the hawthorn's blossom As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me ...
... took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , 3 How rich the hawthorn's blossom As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me ...
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... took off his legs , So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field , Said he , " Let others shoot , " For here I leave my second leg , " And the Forty - second Foot ! " The army - surgeons made him limbs : Said he ...
... took off his legs , So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field , Said he , " Let others shoot , " For here I leave my second leg , " And the Forty - second Foot ! " The army - surgeons made him limbs : Said he ...
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... took a plough and ploughed him down , Put clods upon his head , And they hae sworn a solemn oath , John Barleycorn was dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore ...
... took a plough and ploughed him down , Put clods upon his head , And they hae sworn a solemn oath , John Barleycorn was dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall ; John Barleycorn got up again , And sore ...
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... took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the ...
... took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the ...
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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.