The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 Seiten |
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... DYING , YET LIVING CATO'S SOLILOQUY . HYMN OF THE CITY KING HENRY IV . , PART II . , ACT III . , SCENE I • THE PRISONER OF CHILLON THE CHANGELING • · 7. Addison IV . C. Bryant WV . Shakspeare • • Lord Byron · • 7. R. Lowell . ISLE OF ...
... DYING , YET LIVING CATO'S SOLILOQUY . HYMN OF THE CITY KING HENRY IV . , PART II . , ACT III . , SCENE I • THE PRISONER OF CHILLON THE CHANGELING • · 7. Addison IV . C. Bryant WV . Shakspeare • • Lord Byron · • 7. R. Lowell . ISLE OF ...
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... died . By those she died for there she lay , Nor any word could Margaret say , But closed her eyes , and pass'd away . -My little heroine ! though I ne'er Can look upon thy features fair , Nor kiss the lips that mangled were : Too small ...
... died . By those she died for there she lay , Nor any word could Margaret say , But closed her eyes , and pass'd away . -My little heroine ! though I ne'er Can look upon thy features fair , Nor kiss the lips that mangled were : Too small ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... died ! A traitor sold him to his foes ; - O deed of deathless shame ! I charge thee , boy , if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name- Be it upon the mountain's side , Or yet within the glen , Stand he in martial gear alone , Or ...
... died ! A traitor sold him to his foes ; - O deed of deathless shame ! I charge thee , boy , if e'er thou meet With one of Assynt's name- Be it upon the mountain's side , Or yet within the glen , Stand he in martial gear alone , Or ...
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... dying day , To win the martyr's crown ! ' There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my fathers ' grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might , This hand hath ...
... dying day , To win the martyr's crown ! ' There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my fathers ' grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might , This hand hath ...
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Angel arms bear beneath blood brave breath bright child Church cloud crown dark dead dear death deep died dream earth England eyes face fair fall fear feel feet field flower give grace grave green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope keep King land late leaves light living look Lord lost meet morning mother mountain Nature ne'er never night o'er once pass past play rain rest rise rock roll rose round shine shore sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stand stars stone stream strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder Till trees turned voice watch wave weep wild wind
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Seite 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Seite 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Seite 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Seite 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Seite 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Seite 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Seite 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Seite 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Seite 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...