The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 pages |
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... crown jewels of ruby and pearl : And his Rose of the Isles is dying ! Thirty nobles saddled with speed ; ( Hurry ! ) Each one mounting a gallant steed Which he kept for battle and days of need ; ( Oh ! ride as though you were flying ...
... crown jewels of ruby and pearl : And his Rose of the Isles is dying ! Thirty nobles saddled with speed ; ( Hurry ! ) Each one mounting a gallant steed Which he kept for battle and days of need ; ( Oh ! ride as though you were flying ...
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... crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise Him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge Him thy greater ; sound His praise In thy ...
... crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise Him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge Him thy greater ; sound His praise In thy ...
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... crown shall fall , there are crowns So let each cavalier who loves honour and me , Come follow the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses , and call up your men ; Come , open ...
... crown shall fall , there are crowns So let each cavalier who loves honour and me , Come follow the bonnet of bonny Dundee ! Come , fill up my cup ; come , fill up my can ; Come , saddle your horses , and call up your men ; Come , open ...
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... crown - colour beard , your perfect yellow . - Quin . Some of your French crowns have no hair at all , and then you will play barefaced . But , masters , here are your parts : and I am to entreat you , request you , and desire you , to ...
... crown - colour beard , your perfect yellow . - Quin . Some of your French crowns have no hair at all , and then you will play barefaced . But , masters , here are your parts : and I am to entreat you , request you , and desire you , to ...
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... field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and crown ; Woe , woe , to the riders that trample them Lochiel's Warning . 79.
... field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and crown ; Woe , woe , to the riders that trample them Lochiel's Warning . 79.
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Page 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Page 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Page 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Page 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Page 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 68 - 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, GOD!
Page 75 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...