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... blood and danger brook , Still worse than apathy had place On his swart brow and callous face ; For evil passions , cherish'd long , Had plough'd them with impressions strong . All that gives gloss to sin , all gay Light folly , past ...
... blood and danger brook , Still worse than apathy had place On his swart brow and callous face ; For evil passions , cherish'd long , Had plough'd them with impressions strong . All that gives gloss to sin , all gay Light folly , past ...
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... blood - drop from the nail- 66 A health ! " he cried ; and , ere he quaff'd , Flung from him Wycliffe's hand , and laugh'd : Now , Oswald Wycliffe , speaks thy heart ! Now play'st thou well thy genuine part ! Worthy , but for thy craven ...
... blood - drop from the nail- 66 A health ! " he cried ; and , ere he quaff'd , Flung from him Wycliffe's hand , and laugh'd : Now , Oswald Wycliffe , speaks thy heart ! Now play'st thou well thy genuine part ! Worthy , but for thy craven ...
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... blood to the dye ? — Sit , then and as mid comrades free Carousing after victory , When tales are told of blood and fear , That boys and women shrink to hear , From point to point I frankly tell The deed of death as it befell . XVI ...
... blood to the dye ? — Sit , then and as mid comrades free Carousing after victory , When tales are told of blood and fear , That boys and women shrink to hear , From point to point I frankly tell The deed of death as it befell . XVI ...
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... blood ; Hour after hour he loved to pore On Shakspeare's rich and varied lore , But turn'd from martial scenes and light , From Falstaff's feast and Percy's fight , To ponder Jacques ' moral strain , And muse with Hamlet , wise in vain ...
... blood ; Hour after hour he loved to pore On Shakspeare's rich and varied lore , But turn'd from martial scenes and light , From Falstaff's feast and Percy's fight , To ponder Jacques ' moral strain , And muse with Hamlet , wise in vain ...
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... She drinks his life - blood from the vein . Now to the lattice turn his eyes , Vain hope to see the sun arise . The moon with clouds is still o'ercast , Still howls by fits the stormy blast ; Another hour D 2 CANTO I. 35 ROKEBY .
... She drinks his life - blood from the vein . Now to the lattice turn his eyes , Vain hope to see the sun arise . The moon with clouds is still o'ercast , Still howls by fits the stormy blast ; Another hour D 2 CANTO I. 35 ROKEBY .
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Allen-a-Dale bade band banks Barnard Castle beneath Bertram blood bold bough brand brave breast Brignall brow chase cheek cliff comrades dale dare dark death Denzil desperate dread drew e'er Earl of Newcastle Edmund Eglistone Erin's fair fate fear fell fierce fight fix'd flame foeman gallant gave glade glance glow Greta's grey hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir hour knew land light lone look Lord loud Lunedale maid Matilda Mnestheus mood Mortham ne'er nigh night o'er O'Neale Oswald pale press'd pride Risingham Robert Brackenbury Rokeby Rokeby's Roundheads seem'd shade shout show'd Sir Thomas Fairfax sire smile soul sound Stanmore steed stern stood stream summer sword tale Tanist Tanistry Tees tell thee thine thou tower turn'd Twas twine waked wave ween wild Wilfrid wind wont wood wrath Wycliffe Wycliffe's young Redmond youth
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70 ページ - The sultry summer day is done. The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.
180 ページ - For why ? because the good old rule Sufficeth them, — the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep, who can.
174 ページ - It was a' for our rightful king That we left fair Scotland's strand, It was a' for our rightful king That we e'er saw Irish land, My dear, That we e'er saw Irish land.
44 ページ - The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose, — When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, — the flower is dry.
138 ページ - The reverend pile lay wild and waste, Profaned, dishonour'd, and defaced. Through storied lattices no more In soften'd light the sunbeams pour, Gilding the Gothic sculpture rich Of shrine, and monument, and niche. The Civil fury of the time Made sport of sacrilegious crime...
179 ページ - ... eldest sonne, nor any of the children of the lord deceased, but the next to him of blood, that is, the eldest and worthiest, as commonly the next brother unto him, if he have any, or the next cousin, or so forth, as any is elder in that kindred or sept ; and then next to him...
132 ページ - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is nig'ht.
33 ページ - Rear'd high their altar's rugged stone, And gave their Gods the land they won. Then, Balder, one bleak garth was thine, And one sweet brooklet's silver line...