English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Side iii
... Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 COLERIDGE The Raven 45 " " Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON On May Morning 47 HEMANS Casabianca 47 CAMPBELL Ode 49 TAYLOR Pride 50 Evening Hymn . 52 29 God's Omnipresence 53 Christ our Example 54 ...
... Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 COLERIDGE The Raven 45 " " Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON On May Morning 47 HEMANS Casabianca 47 CAMPBELL Ode 49 TAYLOR Pride 50 Evening Hymn . 52 29 God's Omnipresence 53 Christ our Example 54 ...
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... lay : * The old spelling has been preserved in this and the following ballads , because when once explained it will not be any difficulty ; and the differ- ences between the ancient and modern form will afford a useful exercise in ...
... lay : * The old spelling has been preserved in this and the following ballads , because when once explained it will not be any difficulty ; and the differ- ences between the ancient and modern form will afford a useful exercise in ...
Side 5
... Lay gasping on the ground . Alack ! it was a griefe to see , How each one chose his spere , And how the blood out of their brests Did gush like water cleere . At last these two stout erles did meet , Like captaines of great might : Like ...
... Lay gasping on the ground . Alack ! it was a griefe to see , How each one chose his spere , And how the blood out of their brests Did gush like water cleere . At last these two stout erles did meet , Like captaines of great might : Like ...
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... laid him down by yon kirk style ,. Whare the grass grows fair and green . JOHN . " What will ye say to your father dear , When ye gae hame at een 1 ? ” h WILLIAM .- " I'll say ye're lying at yon kirk style , Whare the grass grows fair ...
... laid him down by yon kirk style ,. Whare the grass grows fair and green . JOHN . " What will ye say to your father dear , When ye gae hame at een 1 ? ” h WILLIAM .- " I'll say ye're lying at yon kirk style , Whare the grass grows fair ...
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... laid him upon the plaine . And nowe the baron and all his men Full fast approached nye : Ah , what may lady Emmeline doe ? ' Twere nowe no boote to flye . Her lover he put his horne to his mouth , And blew both loud and shrill , And ...
... laid him upon the plaine . And nowe the baron and all his men Full fast approached nye : Ah , what may lady Emmeline doe ? ' Twere nowe no boote to flye . Her lover he put his horne to his mouth , And blew both loud and shrill , And ...
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.