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... breast , In wild and strange confusion driven , Rival the flitting rack of heaven . Ere sleep stern OSWALD'S senses tied , Oft had he changed his weary side , Composed his limbs , and vainly sought By effort strong 2 ROKEBY .
... breast , In wild and strange confusion driven , Rival the flitting rack of heaven . Ere sleep stern OSWALD'S senses tied , Oft had he changed his weary side , Composed his limbs , and vainly sought By effort strong 2 ROKEBY .
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... messenger comes post . " Stifling the tumult of his breast , His answer Oswald thus express'd- " Bring food and wine , and trim the fire ; Admit the stranger , and retire . " Yet , though conscious that I must be , in CANTO I 5 ROKEBY .
... messenger comes post . " Stifling the tumult of his breast , His answer Oswald thus express'd- " Bring food and wine , and trim the fire ; Admit the stranger , and retire . " Yet , though conscious that I must be , in CANTO I 5 ROKEBY .
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... breast and brow .-- But I resume . The battle's rage Was like the strife which currents wage , Where Orinoco , in his pride , Rolls to the main no tribute tide , But ' gainst broad ocean urges far A rival sea of roaring war ; While , in ...
... breast and brow .-- But I resume . The battle's rage Was like the strife which currents wage , Where Orinoco , in his pride , Rolls to the main no tribute tide , But ' gainst broad ocean urges far A rival sea of roaring war ; While , in ...
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... , I have nor judgment nor reply . " XV . [ know , HE wrath his art and fear suppress'd , Now blazed at once in Wycliffe's breast ; And brave , from man so meanly born , Roused his hereditary scorn . " Wretch ! hast thou CANTO I 15 ROKE BY .
... , I have nor judgment nor reply . " XV . [ know , HE wrath his art and fear suppress'd , Now blazed at once in Wycliffe's breast ; And brave , from man so meanly born , Roused his hereditary scorn . " Wretch ! hast thou CANTO I 15 ROKE BY .
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... ? What carest thou for beleagur'd York , If this good hand have done its work ? Or what though Fairfax and his best Are reddening Marston's swarthy breast , If Philip Mortham with them lie , Lending his life 16 ROKEBY .
... ? What carest thou for beleagur'd York , If this good hand have done its work ? Or what though Fairfax and his best Are reddening Marston's swarthy breast , If Philip Mortham with them lie , Lending his life 16 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...