The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... Fight about the Azores . The Revenge .. Coronach .... Alfred , Lord Tennyson 80 82 88 Robert Browning Sir Walter Raleigh Alfred , Lord Tennyson 100 Sir Walter Scott 106 Sir Walter Scott 107 The Despairing Lover . ... William Walsh 108 A ...
... Fight about the Azores . The Revenge .. Coronach .... Alfred , Lord Tennyson 80 82 88 Robert Browning Sir Walter Raleigh Alfred , Lord Tennyson 100 Sir Walter Scott 106 Sir Walter Scott 107 The Despairing Lover . ... William Walsh 108 A ...
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... O Lord ! how hot they were On the false Frenchmen ! They now to fight are gone ; Armor on armor shone ; Drum now to drum did groan To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make The very earth did THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 41.
... O Lord ! how hot they were On the false Frenchmen ! They now to fight are gone ; Armor on armor shone ; Drum now to drum did groan To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make The very earth did THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 41.
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... fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran up . Suffolk his axe did ply ; Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily , Ferrers and Fanhope . Upon ...
... fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran up . Suffolk his axe did ply ; Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily , Ferrers and Fanhope . Upon ...
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... fighting begun , That sometimes we fight and we conquer , And sometimes we fight and we run . " To fight and to run was our fate : Our fortune and fame had departed . ― And so perished Louis the Great , - Old THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 67.
... fighting begun , That sometimes we fight and we conquer , And sometimes we fight and we run . " To fight and to run was our fate : Our fortune and fame had departed . ― And so perished Louis the Great , - Old THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 67.
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... fight of the sections , As they fell ' neath our guns at Saint Rock . Young BONAPARTE led us that day ; When he sought the Italian frontier , I followed my gallant young captain , I followed him many a long year . " We came to an army ...
... fight of the sections , As they fell ' neath our guns at Saint Rock . Young BONAPARTE led us that day ; When he sought the Italian frontier , I followed my gallant young captain , I followed him many a long year . " We came to an army ...
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Page 226 - 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 172 - 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 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Page 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.