Book of juvenile poetry, selected from the best authors [signed E.D.].1864 |
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... round me as I stand ; The torrent hoar doth sternly roar , The lake lies calm and grand ; The altars of the living rock ' Neath yon blue skies are bare , And a thousand mountain - voices mock Mine accents on the air . O land most lovely ...
... round me as I stand ; The torrent hoar doth sternly roar , The lake lies calm and grand ; The altars of the living rock ' Neath yon blue skies are bare , And a thousand mountain - voices mock Mine accents on the air . O land most lovely ...
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... round him that slept Sang mass for the parted soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy ...
... round him that slept Sang mass for the parted soul ; And solemn were the strains they poured Through the stillness of the night , With the cross above , and the crown and sword , And the silent king in sight . There was heard a heavy ...
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... round , He heard the minstrels sing ; He saw the tourney's victor crowned Amidst the knightly ring : * It is recorded of Henry I. that after the death of his son Prince William , who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy ...
... round , He heard the minstrels sing ; He saw the tourney's victor crowned Amidst the knightly ring : * It is recorded of Henry I. that after the death of his son Prince William , who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy ...
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... inland many a post . With his white hair unbonneted the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers , before him sound the drums ; His yeomen , round the market - cross , make Macaulay The Spanish Armada Macaulay.
... inland many a post . With his white hair unbonneted the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers , before him sound the drums ; His yeomen , round the market - cross , make Macaulay The Spanish Armada Macaulay.
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Book E D. His yeomen , round the market - cross , make clear an ample space , For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace . And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the ...
Book E D. His yeomen , round the market - cross , make clear an ample space , For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace . And haughtily the trumpets peal , and gaily dance the bells , As slow upon the labouring wind the ...
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Page 349 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 49 - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND. ?HE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. And the heavy night hung dark. The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 133 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Page 25 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Page 359 - Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod;' Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Page 30 - Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the- wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till...
Page 161 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Page 122 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Page 159 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 42 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.