English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... He listen'd and look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swam over the river so deep , 40.
... He listen'd and look'd ; ... it was only the Cat ; But the Bishop he grew more fearful for that , For she sat screaming , mad with fear At the Army of Rats that were drawing near . For they have swam over the river so deep , 40.
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... fear and ire ! He faced the blood - hound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid , At cautious distance hoarsely bayed But still in act to spring ; When dashed an archer through the glade ...
... fear and ire ! He faced the blood - hound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid , At cautious distance hoarsely bayed But still in act to spring ; When dashed an archer through the glade ...
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... fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . She stoop'd her by the runnel's side , But in abhorrence backward drew , For oozing from the mountain wide , Where raged the war , a dark red tide Was curdling in ...
... fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears , Sees but the dying man . She stoop'd her by the runnel's side , But in abhorrence backward drew , For oozing from the mountain wide , Where raged the war , a dark red tide Was curdling in ...
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... FEAR no more the heat o ' the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages ; Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown ...
... FEAR no more the heat o ' the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages ; Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown ...
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English poetry William John Conybeare. Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor the all - dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee and ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor the all - dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee and ...
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Alba Longa arms Arth battle beneath bless blood bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar cloud cried dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth Erle eyes fair falcon crest father fear fell fire flowers foes gallant glory grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy honourable Hubert HYMN JULIUS CÆSAR king ladye Lars Porsena light live LOCH KATRINE Lochinvar look Lord loud Marmion MELROSE ABBEY morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pilum Pleb praise pride quoth rest rise rose round Saint shade sight sing slain sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spears spirit star steed stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tower twas unto voice watch wave ween weep wind wing
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150 ページ - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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47 ページ - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
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273 ページ - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
205 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
72 ページ - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
48 ページ - 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 tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.