The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. DavisWilliam Davis (B.A.) 1877 |
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... once , not without cause : What cause withholds you , then , to mourn for him ? Oh , judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must ...
... once , not without cause : What cause withholds you , then , to mourn for him ? Oh , judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must ...
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... once , - Fesu preserve thee ! welcome , Bolingbroke ! Whilst he , from one side to the other turning , Bare - headed , lower than his proud steed's neck , Bespake them thus , -I thank you , countrymen : And thus still doing , thus he ...
... once , - Fesu preserve thee ! welcome , Bolingbroke ! Whilst he , from one side to the other turning , Bare - headed , lower than his proud steed's neck , Bespake them thus , -I thank you , countrymen : And thus still doing , thus he ...
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... once far off and near ! I hear thee babbling to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; And unto me thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours.1 Thrice welcome , darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible ...
... once far off and near ! I hear thee babbling to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; And unto me thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours.1 Thrice welcome , darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible ...
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... once to the bishop they go . They have whetted their teeth against the stones , And now they pick the bishop's bones , They gnawed the flesh from every limb , For they were sent to do judgment on him ! THOMAS CAMPBELL . ( 1777-1844 ...
... once to the bishop they go . They have whetted their teeth against the stones , And now they pick the bishop's bones , They gnawed the flesh from every limb , For they were sent to do judgment on him ! THOMAS CAMPBELL . ( 1777-1844 ...
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... once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone " . And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of death , In still yet ...
... once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone " . And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of death , In still yet ...
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arrow battle beneath Bishop Hatto blood blow boatman Bolingbroke BORN brave breast breath bride bright Bruce Brutus captain Charles Murray Chevy-Chace chief cried crown dark death deep deer Dumfriesshire Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Edmund England eyes fair father Fitz-James flowers France gale gallant gleamed grace Grasmere hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven hills honourable hope hour James Julius Cæsar King King Bruce lady Lake land light Loch Leven looked Lord William Mary mast Nervii Netherby never night noble nought o'er once Philomela Phineus pity poet Queen Richard II rise river Roderick Dhu round Roxburghshire Rydal Mount Saxon scene was changed Scotland Scots Scottish shore sigh slain smiles song soul sound Southey steed stood stream sweet sword tears tempest Thamyris thee thou art tide Twas voice wandering waves wind word Young Edmund's young Lochinvar
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Страница 27 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 38 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Страница 37 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark heaving; boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Страница 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home.
Страница 22 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Страница 41 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Страница 8 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Страница 10 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 42 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Страница 19 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.