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... brave Horatius , Attend , all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise , Bird of the wilderness , Breathes there the man , with soul so dead , But pleasures are like poppies spread , Came the relief . What , sentry , ho ! Come ...
... brave Horatius , Attend , all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise , Bird of the wilderness , Breathes there the man , with soul so dead , But pleasures are like poppies spread , Came the relief . What , sentry , ho ! Come ...
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... brave , 15 Still like muffled drums * are beating Funeral marches to the grave . 20 In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac * of life , Be not like dumb driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future , howe'er ...
... brave , 15 Still like muffled drums * are beating Funeral marches to the grave . 20 In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac * of life , Be not like dumb driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future , howe'er ...
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... brave ; a lamb at home , A lion in the chase . " In sooth , he was a peerless * hound , The gift of royal John : * But now no Gelert could be found ,. And all the chase rode on . ΙΟ 15 ་ 20 That day Llewellyn little loved The chase of ...
... brave ; a lamb at home , A lion in the chase . " In sooth , he was a peerless * hound , The gift of royal John : * But now no Gelert could be found ,. And all the chase rode on . ΙΟ 15 ་ 20 That day Llewellyn little loved The chase of ...
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... brave , cour- ageous . Heir , the person who succeed the is to present owner . Woe , great grief . Rue , to repent . Sculpture , a carved work . Storied , accounts of his brave deeds . Forester , a man who has charge of the forest ...
... brave , cour- ageous . Heir , the person who succeed the is to present owner . Woe , great grief . Rue , to repent . Sculpture , a carved work . Storied , accounts of his brave deeds . Forester , a man who has charge of the forest ...
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... brave heart . 60 JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER . * — Byron . LORD BYRON ( 1788-1824 ) was born in London , and died at Missolonghi in Greece , whither he had gone to aid in the struggle for Grecian independence . He was one of the greatest English ...
... brave heart . 60 JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER . * — Byron . LORD BYRON ( 1788-1824 ) was born in London , and died at Missolonghi in Greece , whither he had gone to aid in the struggle for Grecian independence . He was one of the greatest English ...
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ancient arms Assyria battle beautiful bells beneath blood born brave breath bright called Chief child close cold comes dark dead dear death deep earth England eyes face fair fall father fear fire flowers gallant gave gazed give grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope horse hour Italy king knew land leaves light lips living look Lord Mary means morning mother never night noble o'er once passed poems poet rest rise river roar rolling round shore side smile soldiers song soul sound spirit stand stars stone stood storm sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand town turn Twas voice waves wild wind young youth ΙΟ
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Página 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Página 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 27 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Página 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Página 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Página 88 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Página 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.