Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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... died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight , After the field was won , 50 For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that , you know , must ...
... died ; But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight , After the field was won , 50 For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that , you know , must ...
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... died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent ...
... died ; But now the Knight beholds him lying dead . Dismounting , then , he leaned against a thorn ; He had no follower , dog , nor man , nor boy : He neither cracked his whip , nor blew his horn , But gazed upon the spoil with silent ...
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... died in course of time , And his bones lie in his paternal vale.— But there is matter for a second rhyme , And I to this would add another tale . 95 PART SECOND . The moving accident is not my trade : To freeze the blood I have no ready ...
... died in course of time , And his bones lie in his paternal vale.— But there is matter for a second rhyme , And I to this would add another tale . 95 PART SECOND . The moving accident is not my trade : To freeze the blood I have no ready ...
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... died ; Dying , hurl'd them at the foe . " Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestowed , Shame and ruin wait for you ! " 25 330 35 40 FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS : 1794-1835 . THE PILGRIM FATHERS ...
... died ; Dying , hurl'd them at the foe . " Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ; Empire is on us bestowed , Shame and ruin wait for you ! " 25 330 35 40 FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS : 1794-1835 . THE PILGRIM FATHERS ...
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... died in August 1827. It may be remembered , as a good ex- ample of the vigour and freshness of his mind , that at the age of sixty - eight he began to study Dante . A DREAM . The special beauty of this little poem is its perfect sim ...
... died in August 1827. It may be remembered , as a good ex- ample of the vigour and freshness of his mind , that at the age of sixty - eight he began to study Dante . A DREAM . The special beauty of this little poem is its perfect sim ...
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Página 60 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 17 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 19 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Página 20 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 22 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 23 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Página 24 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 59 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 21 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Página 28 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.