An educational selection of poetry: with notes, chiefly historical, compiled by a member of the Historic society of Lancashire and Cheshire [T.W.M.].T W M 1876 |
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... the thanks he could not speak . The children then began to sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er ; And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . JOANNA BAILLIE . BORN 1762 . DIED 1851 . -0- ΑΙΚΕΝ . 11.
... the thanks he could not speak . The children then began to sigh , And all their merry chat was o'er ; And yet they felt , they knew not why , More glad than they had done before . JOANNA BAILLIE . BORN 1762 . DIED 1851 . -0- ΑΙΚΕΝ . 11.
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... knew aught of me . I ventured in ; -Tray wagged his tail , He fawned , and to my mother ran : " Come here ! " she cried ; " what can him ail ? " While my feigned story I began . I changed my voice to that of age : " A poor old soldier ...
... knew aught of me . I ventured in ; -Tray wagged his tail , He fawned , and to my mother ran : " Come here ! " she cried ; " what can him ail ? " While my feigned story I began . I changed my voice to that of age : " A poor old soldier ...
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... knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and foremost , fighting , fell . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And ...
... knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and foremost , fighting , fell . Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro , And ...
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... morning march , when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn- reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly CAMPBELL . 57 The Soldier's Dream-
... morning march , when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn- reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly CAMPBELL . 57 The Soldier's Dream-
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... knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending , as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a ...
... knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew , None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending , as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a ...
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Absalom agèd Alexander Selkirk Avès battle Battle of Minden beautiful beneath bird Black Prince blaze blood blow BORN bosom brave breast bright brow Bruce cheer child Cinque Ports cold cried Cromwell dark dead death deep desert DIED dream e'en earth England Eugene Aram ever-never eyes face fair farewell father fear fire gazed Gelert gentle grace grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helvellyn hill Horatius Isle King Robert knew land Lars Porsena light living living wall lonely looked Lord loud morn mother ne'er never Never-for night o'er plain poor pride Prince rage Rizpah roar rock Rome round shore sigh silent Sir John Moore smile snow sorrow soul sound Spanish West Indies steed stood stormy sweet Switzerland tears thee thou thought Twas village voice waves weary wild wind
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Página 209 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in A sure and safe one, though thy master...
Página 44 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 192 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Página 83 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful 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.
Página 133 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Página 77 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Página 41 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Página 95 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Página 78 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 166 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...