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Page 187
By forge and field their arms they wield , By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried
strength , our country ' s shield , They keep her flag from soiling . The good
cordwainer sits him down Upon his throne of leather , And covets not the tyrant ' s
crown ...
By forge and field their arms they wield , By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried
strength , our country ' s shield , They keep her flag from soiling . The good
cordwainer sits him down Upon his throne of leather , And covets not the tyrant ' s
crown ...
Page 188
By forge and field their arms they w By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried strength
, our country ' s shiela , They keep her flag from soiling . I . F . SHEPAR am we
com th , the hyse to WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul ' s. 188 ENGLISH ...
By forge and field their arms they w By bench and anvil toiling ; In serried strength
, our country ' s shiela , They keep her flag from soiling . I . F . SHEPAR am we
com th , the hyse to WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul ' s. 188 ENGLISH ...
Page 197
And , oh ! Lord William , dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? And canst thou
, without pitying , hear A child ' s expiring cry ? How horrible it is to sink Beneath
the chilly streamTo stretch the powerless arms in vainIn vain for help to scream !
And , oh ! Lord William , dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? And canst thou
, without pitying , hear A child ' s expiring cry ? How horrible it is to sink Beneath
the chilly streamTo stretch the powerless arms in vainIn vain for help to scream !
Page 198
He felt young Edmund in his arms - A heavier weight than lead ! The boat sunk
down , the murderer sunk Beneath th ' avenging stream ; He rose , he shrieked —
no human ear Heard William ' s drowning scream ! SOUTHEY . THE BROTHERS
...
He felt young Edmund in his arms - A heavier weight than lead ! The boat sunk
down , the murderer sunk Beneath th ' avenging stream ; He rose , he shrieked —
no human ear Heard William ' s drowning scream ! SOUTHEY . THE BROTHERS
...
Page 199
We in one mother ' s arms were lockedLong be her love repaid ; In the same
cradle we were rocked , Round the same hearth we played . Our boyish sports
were all the same , Each little joy and woe ;Let manhood keep alive the flame , Lit
up ...
We in one mother ' s arms were lockedLong be her love repaid ; In the same
cradle we were rocked , Round the same hearth we played . Our boyish sports
were all the same , Each little joy and woe ;Let manhood keep alive the flame , Lit
up ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Class-book of English poetry, Volume 2 Class-book of English poetry, English poetry Nelson's sch. series |
| Author | English poetry |
| Published | 1866 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 7 Aug 2006 |
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