English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... smiles in heaven ; he frowns in hell ; He fills the air , the earth , the sea : I must within his presence dwell ; I cannot from his anger flee . Yet I may flee - he shows me where : TO JESUS CHRIST he bids me fly ; And while I seek for ...
... smiles in heaven ; he frowns in hell ; He fills the air , the earth , the sea : I must within his presence dwell ; I cannot from his anger flee . Yet I may flee - he shows me where : TO JESUS CHRIST he bids me fly ; And while I seek for ...
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... up , He quaffed off the wine , and he threw down the cup . She looked down to blush , and she looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could 62 99 Lochinvar.
... up , He quaffed off the wine , and he threw down the cup . She looked down to blush , and she looked up to sigh , With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could 62 99 Lochinvar.
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... smile cheered Scotland's fight . Then fell that spotless banner white , The Howard's lion fell ; Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew With wavering flight , while fiercer grew Around the battle yell . The border Slogan rent the sky ! A ...
... smile cheered Scotland's fight . Then fell that spotless banner white , The Howard's lion fell ; Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew With wavering flight , while fiercer grew Around the battle yell . The border Slogan rent the sky ! A ...
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... ,, And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face , " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks 100.
... ,, And the broad flood behind . " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus , With a smile on his pale face , " Now yield thee , " cried Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks 100.
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... smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
... smile , The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
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273 ページ - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
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.
220 ページ - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
134 ページ - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
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.
113 ページ - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
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.