Playtime with the poets: a selection of the best English poetry for the use of children, by a lady1863 |
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... Rise up , thou fierce and free ! - Wake as the storm wakes ! I will brook All , save this calm , from thee . Lift brightly up and proudly , Once more thy kindling eyes ! Hath my word lost its power on earth ? I say to thee , arise ...
... Rise up , thou fierce and free ! - Wake as the storm wakes ! I will brook All , save this calm , from thee . Lift brightly up and proudly , Once more thy kindling eyes ! Hath my word lost its power on earth ? I say to thee , arise ...
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... rise upon thy race ; And fading mists the better path disclose , And the wide desert blossom as the rose . " F. HEMANS . XVII THE AFRICAN CHIEF . Chained in the market - place he stood , A man of giant frame , Amid the gathering ...
... rise upon thy race ; And fading mists the better path disclose , And the wide desert blossom as the rose . " F. HEMANS . XVII THE AFRICAN CHIEF . Chained in the market - place he stood , A man of giant frame , Amid the gathering ...
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... rise Ere one might hail me free ! " Bring back the chain ! that I may think ' Tis that which weighs my spirit so : And , gazing on each galling link , Dream , as I dreamt , of bitter woe ! My days are gone : of hope , of youth , These ...
... rise Ere one might hail me free ! " Bring back the chain ! that I may think ' Tis that which weighs my spirit so : And , gazing on each galling link , Dream , as I dreamt , of bitter woe ! My days are gone : of hope , of youth , These ...
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... impious strains . She beat her breast , and wrung her hands , And rolled her tearless eye , From rise of morn , till the pale stars Again did freck the sky . When hark ! abroad she heard a tramp Of nimble LENORA . 61.
... impious strains . She beat her breast , and wrung her hands , And rolled her tearless eye , From rise of morn , till the pale stars Again did freck the sky . When hark ! abroad she heard a tramp Of nimble LENORA . 61.
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Playtime. And now , as over rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise , All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells With many mingled cries . That day Llewellyn little loved The chase of hart or hare ; And scant and small the booty proved , For ...
Playtime. And now , as over rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise , All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells With many mingled cries . That day Llewellyn little loved The chase of hart or hare ; And scant and small the booty proved , For ...
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Seite 28 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Seite 177 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Seite 145 - The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Seite 29 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 153 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Seite 162 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Seite 194 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven. Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Seite 184 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set ! Pibroch...
Seite 190 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 151 - Within the nether tip. One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.