English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... 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 pardon there , There's only mercy in his eye . TAYLOR ...
... 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 pardon there , There's only mercy in his eye . TAYLOR ...
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... earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the anxious squires ; their eye Could in the darkness nought descry . At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And , first , the ridge of mingled spears Above ...
... earth , And fiends in upper air . Long looked the anxious squires ; their eye Could in the darkness nought descry . At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And , first , the ridge of mingled spears Above ...
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... earth he sunk , Supported by the trembling Monk . With fruitless labour , Clara bound , And strove to staunch the gushing wound ; The Monk , with unavailing cares , Exhausted all the church's prayers ; Ever he said , that , close and ...
... earth he sunk , Supported by the trembling Monk . With fruitless labour , Clara bound , And strove to staunch the gushing wound ; The Monk , with unavailing cares , Exhausted all the church's prayers ; Ever he said , that , close and ...
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... earth defied , Changed his hand , and check'd his pride . He chose a mournful muse , Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius , great and good ! By too severe a fate , Fallen fallen ! fallen ! fallen ! Fallen from his high estate , And ...
... earth defied , Changed his hand , and check'd his pride . He chose a mournful muse , Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius , great and good ! By too severe a fate , Fallen fallen ! fallen ! fallen ! Fallen from his high estate , And ...
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... earth they sprang , their swords they drew , And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow pass . * * * * * [ Several of the Tuscan chiefs try to force the passage , but are slain by Horatius and his companions . ] But all ...
... earth they sprang , their swords they drew , And lifted high their shields , and flew To win the narrow pass . * * * * * [ Several of the Tuscan chiefs try to force the passage , but are slain by Horatius and his companions . ] But all ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 273 - 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...
Página 150 - 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.
Página 220 - 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.
Página 134 - 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.
Página 47 - 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.
Página 113 - 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.
Página 273 - 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?
Página 205 - 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!
Página 72 - 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...
Página 48 - 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.