English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... bower , Stood rooted like a lilye flower ; And when at length , with trembling pace , He sought to find where Branksome lay , He feared to see that grisly face Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on ...
... bower , Stood rooted like a lilye flower ; And when at length , with trembling pace , He sought to find where Branksome lay , He feared to see that grisly face Glare from some thicket on his way . Thus , starting oft , he journeyed on ...
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... bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all ; Knight , and ...
... bower ; Her bower that was guarded by word and by spell , Deadly to hear , and deadly to tell- No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all ; Knight , and ...
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... bower . It was a lodge of ample size , But strange of structure and device ; Of such materials , as around The workman's hand had readiest found . Lopp'd of their boughs , their hoar trunks bared , And by the hatchet rudely squared , To ...
... bower . It was a lodge of ample size , But strange of structure and device ; Of such materials , as around The workman's hand had readiest found . Lopp'd of their boughs , their hoar trunks bared , And by the hatchet rudely squared , To ...
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... bower , And every hardy plant could bear Loch Katrine's keen and searching air . An instant in this porch she stay'd , And gaily to the stranger said , " On heaven and on thy lady call , And enter the enchanted hall ! " rang . " My hope ...
... bower , And every hardy plant could bear Loch Katrine's keen and searching air . An instant in this porch she stay'd , And gaily to the stranger said , " On heaven and on thy lady call , And enter the enchanted hall ! " rang . " My hope ...
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... bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The ...
... bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The ...
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Page 63 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 152 - 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.
Page 136 - 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.
Page 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 74 - 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...
Page 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...