The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. DavisWilliam Davis (B.A.) 1877 |
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... returned ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discerned , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropped Impatient swim to meet My quick approach , and soon he dropped The treasure at my feet ...
... returned ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discerned , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropped Impatient swim to meet My quick approach , and soon he dropped The treasure at my feet ...
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... returned that shook With terror William's soul . A day that William never felt Return without dismay , For well had conscience kalendered 1 Young Edmund's dying day . A fearful day was that ! The rains Fell fast , with tempest roar ...
... returned that shook With terror William's soul . A day that William never felt Return without dismay , For well had conscience kalendered 1 Young Edmund's dying day . A fearful day was that ! The rains Fell fast , with tempest roar ...
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... returnèd he , And he sat down to supper merrily , And he slept that night like an innocent man , But bishop Hatto never slept again . In the morning as he entered the hall , Where his picture hung against the wall , A sweat like death ...
... returnèd he , And he sat down to supper merrily , And he slept that night like an innocent man , But bishop Hatto never slept again . In the morning as he entered the hall , Where his picture hung against the wall , A sweat like death ...
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... returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LORD BYRON . ( 1788-1824 . ) BORN in Holles Street , London , and received his early education at various schools in Aberdeen , whither his mother had ...
... returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LORD BYRON . ( 1788-1824 . ) BORN in Holles Street , London , and received his early education at various schools in Aberdeen , whither his mother had ...
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... returned to Scotland in 1561 . 2 Lee , the sheltered side of a ship . 3 Her mother's land . Mary's mother was Mary Guise , a French princess . 4 The home of Chivalry , the home of knights . One gaze again — one long , last gaze ...
... returned to Scotland in 1561 . 2 Lee , the sheltered side of a ship . 3 Her mother's land . Mary's mother was Mary Guise , a French princess . 4 The home of Chivalry , the home of knights . One gaze again — one long , last gaze ...
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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.