How to read well in public and private, with readings from the best poets1873 |
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... FIRE ! Glorious - the SHOUT , the SHOCK , the clash of STEEL , The VOLLEY'S ROLL , the ROCKET'S BLASTING SPIRE . 9. Grief . The emotions of grief and sorrow , especially when carried to excess , are expressed in loud and high tones ...
... FIRE ! Glorious - the SHOUT , the SHOCK , the clash of STEEL , The VOLLEY'S ROLL , the ROCKET'S BLASTING SPIRE . 9. Grief . The emotions of grief and sorrow , especially when carried to excess , are expressed in loud and high tones ...
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... fire of Hope has dwin- dled to the merest spark . In such a case as this was Robert Bruce , when the success of a little spider , that had been six times baffled in its attempt to bridge a space from beam to beam with a thread finer ...
... fire of Hope has dwin- dled to the merest spark . In such a case as this was Robert Bruce , when the success of a little spider , that had been six times baffled in its attempt to bridge a space from beam to beam with a thread finer ...
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... fire , In haste stepped forth before the rest , And thus the listening throng addressed : " Good gods ! how abject is our race , Condemned to slavery and disgrace ! Shall we our servitude retain Because our sires have borne the chain ...
... fire , In haste stepped forth before the rest , And thus the listening throng addressed : " Good gods ! how abject is our race , Condemned to slavery and disgrace ! Shall we our servitude retain Because our sires have borne the chain ...
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... Our Glory Roll , ” and other poems , has proposed to collect and string together in chro- nological order , to form a ballad History of England . Written in a peculiar rhyming metre and with a fire that 48 THE POETICAL READER .
... Our Glory Roll , ” and other poems , has proposed to collect and string together in chro- nological order , to form a ballad History of England . Written in a peculiar rhyming metre and with a fire that 48 THE POETICAL READER .
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How. in a peculiar rhyming metre and with a fire that shows the author to have felt every word that flowed from his pen , it may be con- sidered as one of the best specimens of the historic ballads of the stirring age in which it was ...
How. in a peculiar rhyming metre and with a fire that shows the author to have felt every word that flowed from his pen , it may be con- sidered as one of the best specimens of the historic ballads of the stirring age in which it was ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anglo-Saxon Anjou arms Arth Baliol battle battle of Agincourt battle of Ivry battle of Morgarten bless blood born brave brother Cædmon called Cassell Cassell's Charles Charles of Anjou Cloth clouds colonies Coloured Conradin crown dark daughter DAVIDSON dead death deep defeated desert died Duke Duke of Guise Earl earth Edition Edward Edward III emotion Emperor England English eyes faith falling inflection father fear fire following poem France French glory Greek Guise hand hast hath Haughton's Manual heart heaven Henry Henry III horse Hubert Huguenots Hurrah John John Baliol King Latin light Lord loud Mayenne Navarre never night o'er Parliament pause peace Petter poet Prince Queen reader reign Roundheads Schiraz Schwyz Scotland Scottish Sicily side snow song Swiss sword thee thou throne tone troops Tubal Cain utterance voice Wales Welsh wild William wind word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Seite 177 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 159 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Seite 67 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Seite 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 182 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 179 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Seite 43 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Seite 117 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Seite 128 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.