Poetry for repetition, ed. by H. TwellsHenry Twells 1864 |
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... sound of their shock , The waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the ...
... sound of their shock , The waves flow'd over the Inchcape Rock ; So little they rose , so little they fell , They did not move the Inchcape Bell . The Abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock ; On a buoy in the ...
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... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fixed his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring , It made him whistle , it made him ...
... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fixed his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring , It made him whistle , it made him ...
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... sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock , - " Mercy ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ...
... sound , the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock , - " Mercy ! it is the Inchcape Rock ! " Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair , And beat his breast in his despair ...
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... sound of my own ! The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , Their tameness is shocking to me . Society , friendship , and love , Divinely bestow'd upon man , - O had I the ...
... sound of my own ! The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , Their tameness is shocking to me . Society , friendship , and love , Divinely bestow'd upon man , - O had I the ...
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Henry Twells. But the sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate ...
Henry Twells. But the sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell , Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate ...
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Common terms and phrases
Beau marked behold beneath birds bless bliss blood blood-hound blow Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Brutus Cæsar cheerful child cried crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream e'en earth ETON COLLEGE Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glory glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill honour hour J. G. LOCKHART king land light live look Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd post and pair praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things Thou art thou hast thought tree Twas village voice waves weep wept wild winds yonder youth
Popular passages
Page 236 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 96 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 224 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 173 - And prithee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Page 157 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Page 160 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Page 240 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 173 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. .Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 65 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 35 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...