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... Her Father did with joy behold , - Exulting in the imagery ; A Banner , one that did fulfil Too perfectly his headstrong will : VOL . III . с For on this Banner had her hand Embroidered ( such CANTO II . 25 OF RYLSTONE .
... Her Father did with joy behold , - Exulting in the imagery ; A Banner , one that did fulfil Too perfectly his headstrong will : VOL . III . с For on this Banner had her hand Embroidered ( such CANTO II . 25 OF RYLSTONE .
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... Behold ! " . and from his Son whose stand - Was on his right , from that guardian hand He took the Banner , and unfurled - The precious folds " behold , " said he , " The ransom of a sinful world ; Let this your preservation be , - The ...
... Behold ! " . and from his Son whose stand - Was on his right , from that guardian hand He took the Banner , and unfurled - The precious folds " behold , " said he , " The ransom of a sinful world ; Let this your preservation be , - The ...
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... behold again ) Where faith was proved ? - while to battle moved The Standard on the Sacred wain , On which the grey - haired Barons stood , And the infant Heir of Mowbray's blood , Beneath the saintly Ensigns three , Stood confident of ...
... behold again ) Where faith was proved ? - while to battle moved The Standard on the Sacred wain , On which the grey - haired Barons stood , And the infant Heir of Mowbray's blood , Beneath the saintly Ensigns three , Stood confident of ...
Side 55
... behold the Maid Emerging from the cedar shade To open moonshine , where the Doe Beneath the cypress - spire is laid ; Like a patch of April snow , Upon a bed of herbage green , Lingering in a D 4 CANTO IV . 55 OF RYLSTONE .
... behold the Maid Emerging from the cedar shade To open moonshine , where the Doe Beneath the cypress - spire is laid ; Like a patch of April snow , Upon a bed of herbage green , Lingering in a D 4 CANTO IV . 55 OF RYLSTONE .
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... Behold the Ensign in his hand ! He did not arm , he walked aloof ! For why ? to save his Father's Land ; - Worst Traitor of them all is he , A Traitor dark and cowardly ! " -- " I am no Traitor , " Francis said , 78 CANTO VI . THE WHITE ...
... Behold the Ensign in his hand ! He did not arm , he walked aloof ! For why ? to save his Father's Land ; - Worst Traitor of them all is he , A Traitor dark and cowardly ! " -- " I am no Traitor , " Francis said , 78 CANTO VI . THE WHITE ...
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admiration ancient appear Banner beautiful behold beneath blest bold Bolton bosom bower Brancepeth brave breath bright CALAIS calm chear Child city of Durham clouds CONVENTION OF CINTRA Creature dark dear delight doth earth Emily fair faith Father fear flowers Francis Friend Furness Fells genius gentle gleam glory grace GRASMERE green Islands ground Guernica hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour human Lady liberty look Lord loved Stream Maid meek mighty mind mortal murmur naiads nature night Norton o'er Ossian Paradise Lost peace pensive Poem Poet poetry praise prayer pure RIVER DERWENT Rylstone Shakespeare shewed sight silent sing sleep song SONNETS sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sublime sweet thee thine thing THOMAS CLARKSON thou art thought Towers triumph truth Vale voice White Doe wind words Ye Men youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 157 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Side 220 - IT is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity Hath flowed, ' with pomp of waters, unwithstood,' Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands, That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish ; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That...
Side 154 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Side 129 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells , And students with their pensive citadels , Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells...
Side 221 - Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art, Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark for the cause of men ; And I by my affection was beguiled : What wonder if a Poet now...
Side 139 - But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss!
Side 217 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us.
Side 210 - ON THE EXTINcTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIc. ONcE did She hold the gorgeous East in fee ; And was the safeguard of the West : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
Side 226 - Raised up to sway the world, to do, undo, With mighty Nations for his underlings, The great events with which old story rings Seem vain and hollow ; I find nothing great : Nothing is left which I can venerate ; So that a doubt almost within me springs Of Providence, such emptiness at length Seems at the heart of all things.
Side 150 - is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe ; And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe The languid mind into activity. Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee Are, fostered by the comment and the gibe.