English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Pàgina 48
... Speak , Father , " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " --but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of ...
... Speak , Father , " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " --but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of ...
Pàgina 52
... . Now , while I speak , be pleased to take A helpless child beneath thy care ; And condescend , for JESUS ' sake , To listen to my evening prayer . TAYLOR . GOD'S OMNIPRESENCE . AMONG the deepest shades of night , 52 Evening Hymn.
... . Now , while I speak , be pleased to take A helpless child beneath thy care ; And condescend , for JESUS ' sake , To listen to my evening prayer . TAYLOR . GOD'S OMNIPRESENCE . AMONG the deepest shades of night , 52 Evening Hymn.
Pàgina 75
... Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes . Short space , few words , are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen , gentle Clare ! " " Alas ! " she said , " the while , - O think of your immortal weal ! In vain for ...
... Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes . Short space , few words , are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen , gentle Clare ! " " Alas ! " she said , " the while , - O think of your immortal weal ! In vain for ...
Pàgina 93
... speak a word , Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . Exec . I am best pleased to be from such a deed ...
... speak a word , Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . Exec . I am best pleased to be from such a deed ...
Pàgina 101
... speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank , But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and ...
... speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank , But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and ...
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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.