English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Pàgina 31
... sing most loud and clear . Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar , And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig ; He lost them sooner than at first ...
... sing most loud and clear . Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar , And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before . Away went Gilpin , and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig ; He lost them sooner than at first ...
Pàgina 32
... till where he had got up He did again get down . Now let us sing , Long live the king , And Gilpin long live he , And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! COWPER . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening 32 .
... till where he had got up He did again get down . Now let us sing , Long live the king , And Gilpin long live he , And when he next doth ride abroad , May I be there to see ! COWPER . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening 32 .
Pàgina 35
... a time They had seen it before . So I told them in rhyme , For of rhymes I had store ; And ' twas in my vocation For their recreation That so I should sing ; Because I was Laureate To them and the King . 35 "" The Cataract of Lodore.
... a time They had seen it before . So I told them in rhyme , For of rhymes I had store ; And ' twas in my vocation For their recreation That so I should sing ; Because I was Laureate To them and the King . 35 "" The Cataract of Lodore.
Pàgina 46
... sings a loud song . But green leaves and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing , and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he ...
... sings a loud song . But green leaves and blossoms , and sunny warm weather , And singing , and loving - all come back together . But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he ...
Pàgina 56
... sing Unto Christ our heavenly King , Halleluiah ! Who endured the cross and grave , Sinners to redeem and save , Halleluiah ! But the pains which he endured , Our salvation have procured ; Halleluiah ! Now above the sky he's King ...
... sing Unto Christ our heavenly King , Halleluiah ! Who endured the cross and grave , Sinners to redeem and save , Halleluiah ! But the pains which he endured , Our salvation have procured ; Halleluiah ! Now above the sky he's King ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.