English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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... Battle of Blenheim 33 The Cataract of Lodore . 35 " " Judgment on a Wicked Bishop . 39 SCOTT . COLERIDGE Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 The Raven 45 Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR On May Morning Casabianca ...
... Battle of Blenheim 33 The Cataract of Lodore . 35 " " Judgment on a Wicked Bishop . 39 SCOTT . COLERIDGE Lay of the Last Minstrel 42 The Raven 45 Answer to a Child's Question . 46 MILTON HEMANS CAMPBELL TAYLOR On May Morning Casabianca ...
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... Battle of the Baltic 122 COLLINS WOLFE COWPER · Dirge . Burial of Moore 125 126 The Rose 127 • · 29 " 9 BISHOP KEN The Castaway . Morning Hymn . Evening Hymn 128 . 130 132 " 9 Midnight Hymn 133 ANONYMOUS Luther's Hymn 135 H. K. WHITE ...
... Battle of the Baltic 122 COLLINS WOLFE COWPER · Dirge . Burial of Moore 125 126 The Rose 127 • · 29 " 9 BISHOP KEN The Castaway . Morning Hymn . Evening Hymn 128 . 130 132 " 9 Midnight Hymn 133 ANONYMOUS Luther's Hymn 135 H. K. WHITE ...
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... 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 .
... 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 .
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English poetry William John Conybeare. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun , And by him sported on the green His little ... Battle of Blenheim.
English poetry William John Conybeare. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . It was a summer evening , Old Kaspar's work was done , And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun , And by him sported on the green His little ... Battle of Blenheim.
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... battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post , in the battle of the Nile , after the ship had taken fire , and all the guns ...
... battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead . * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to the admiral of the Orient , remained at his post , in the battle of the Nile , after the ship had taken fire , and all the guns ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.