Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for BoysC. Scribner's Sons, 1891 - 364 ページ |
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... fiercely through the fight , And past the English archers all , Without or dread or feare , And through Erle Percy's body then He thrust his hateful speare . With such a vehement force and might He did his body gore , The staff ran ...
... fiercely through the fight , And past the English archers all , Without or dread or feare , And through Erle Percy's body then He thrust his hateful speare . With such a vehement force and might He did his body gore , The staff ran ...
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... fiercely did assail , And fought it out most furiously , Not doubting to prevail : The wounded men on both sides fell Most piteous for to see , But nothing could the courage quell Of brave Lord Willoughby . For seven hours to all men's ...
... fiercely did assail , And fought it out most furiously , Not doubting to prevail : The wounded men on both sides fell Most piteous for to see , But nothing could the courage quell Of brave Lord Willoughby . For seven hours to all men's ...
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... Of brave Lord Willoughby . Then quoth the Spanish general , ' Come , let us march away , I fear we shall be spoiled all If that we longer stay : For yonder comes Lord Willoughby With courage fierce and fell 62 BALLADS.
... Of brave Lord Willoughby . Then quoth the Spanish general , ' Come , let us march away , I fear we shall be spoiled all If that we longer stay : For yonder comes Lord Willoughby With courage fierce and fell 62 BALLADS.
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... fierce and fell , He will not give one inch of ground For all the devils in hell . ' And when the fearful enemy Was quickly put to flight , Our men pursued courageously To rout his forces quite ; And at last they gave a shout Which ...
... fierce and fell , He will not give one inch of ground For all the devils in hell . ' And when the fearful enemy Was quickly put to flight , Our men pursued courageously To rout his forces quite ; And at last they gave a shout Which ...
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... Fierce War and faithful Love And Truth severe , by fairy fiction drest . In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain , With Horror , tyrant of the throbbing breast . A voice as of the cherub - choir Gales from blooming Eden ...
... Fierce War and faithful Love And Truth severe , by fairy fiction drest . In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain , With Horror , tyrant of the throbbing breast . A voice as of the cherub - choir Gales from blooming Eden ...
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32 ページ - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
28 ページ - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
1 ページ - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
43 ページ - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
20 ページ - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
33 ページ - The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
351 ページ - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
176 ページ - 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 brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
171 ページ - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
20 ページ - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.