English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... hand . " Our English archers bent their bowes , Their hearts were good and trew ; Att the first flight of arrowes sent , Full four - score Scots they slew . Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent , As chieftain stout and good ; As valiant ...
... hand . " Our English archers bent their bowes , Their hearts were good and trew ; Att the first flight of arrowes sent , Full four - score Scots they slew . Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent , As chieftain stout and good ; As valiant ...
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... hand ; And said , " Erle Douglas , for thy life , Wold I have lost my land . " Ah me ! my verry heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake : e ; For sure , a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take . " A knight amongst the Scotts ...
... hand ; And said , " Erle Douglas , for thy life , Wold I have lost my land . " Ah me ! my verry heart doth bleed With sorrow for thy sake : e ; For sure , a more redoubted knight Mischance did never take . " A knight amongst the Scotts ...
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... hand , Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth - yard long To the hard head haled he : Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery So right the shaft he sett , The grey goose wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wett . This fight did ...
... hand , Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth - yard long To the hard head haled he : Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery So right the shaft he sett , The grey goose wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wett . This fight did ...
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... hand in hand , Went wandering up and downe ; But never more they sawe the man Approaching from the town ; Their prettye lippes , with black - berries , Were all besmear'd and dyed , And when they sawe the darksome night , They sat them ...
... hand in hand , Went wandering up and downe ; But never more they sawe the man Approaching from the town ; Their prettye lippes , with black - berries , Were all besmear'd and dyed , And when they sawe the darksome night , They sat them ...
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... hand These children for to kill , Was for a robbery judged to dye , As was God's blessed will ; Who did confess the very truth , The which is here exprest ; Their uncle dyed while he for debt Did long in prison rest . All you that be ...
... hand These children for to kill , Was for a robbery judged to dye , As was God's blessed will ; Who did confess the very truth , The which is here exprest ; Their uncle dyed while he for debt Did long in prison rest . All you that be ...
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arms battle bear beneath bless blood bold brave breath bright bring brother child close cried dark dead dear death deep dying earth Erle eyes face fair fall father fear fell fight fire foes gallant give gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope horse hour John king ladye land leaves light live look Lord loud mind morn mother mountain never night o'er once pale pass play praise pride rest rise rose round seen shade side sight sing slain sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit stand steed stone stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought Till tower turned Twas voice watch wave wind wood wounds young
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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.