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... tears upon her boy and thought Hard things of Dora . Dora came and said : " I have obey'd my uncle until now , " And I have sinn'd , for it was all through me " This evil came on William at the first . " But , Mary , for the sake of him ...
... tears upon her boy and thought Hard things of Dora . Dora came and said : " I have obey'd my uncle until now , " And I have sinn'd , for it was all through me " This evil came on William at the first . " But , Mary , for the sake of him ...
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... tear , And sang the hallowed requiem over his saintly bier . Then came the dark and evil time , when English blood was shed All over fertile England , for the White Rose or the Red ; But still in Wykeham's Chapel the notes of praise ...
... tear , And sang the hallowed requiem over his saintly bier . Then came the dark and evil time , when English blood was shed All over fertile England , for the White Rose or the Red ; But still in Wykeham's Chapel the notes of praise ...
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... tear from Wykeham's gates the Blessed Mother- Maid : But still in Wykeham's cloisters fair wisdom did increase , And then his sons began to learn the golden songs of Greece . And all through great Eliza's reign , those days of pomp and ...
... tear from Wykeham's gates the Blessed Mother- Maid : But still in Wykeham's cloisters fair wisdom did increase , And then his sons began to learn the golden songs of Greece . And all through great Eliza's reign , those days of pomp and ...
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... tears Came to fetch their makès 27 away . Tivydale may carp of 28 care , Northumberland make great moan ; For two such captains as there were slain On the Marches shall never be none . Word is come to Edinborough , To Jamie the Scottish ...
... tears Came to fetch their makès 27 away . Tivydale may carp of 28 care , Northumberland make great moan ; For two such captains as there were slain On the Marches shall never be none . Word is come to Edinborough , To Jamie the Scottish ...
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... tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , — " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did ...
... tear in her eye . He took her soft hand , ere her mother could bar , — " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar . So stately his form , and so lovely her face , That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did ...
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66 Straight a'that BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beneath bird brave bright captain cheer Cheviot child churchyard cried Crooked Lane dark dead dear death Dora double dungeon doughty Douglas dread dungeon fair faithful father flew foreign bands gallant Gelert gentle Gilpin gone grave green grew grey plover hand hath hear heard heart heaven John Anderson John Barleycorn king knew land light look look'd Lord Percy merry mighty moonlight play morn mother ne'er Netherby never night Northumberland o'er poor dog Tray pride queen's old courtier quoth raven river Dee rode round the Square Sally Brown Scotland seem'd side sigh sight sing slain smile song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand tree Trelawny Twas voice wave weep WHITE SQUALL wild wind wings word Wordsworth Wykeham's young Lochinvar
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Page 55 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 120 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 130 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Page 11 - 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!
Page 150 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee! "O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 51 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 162 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Page 96 - The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 114 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 50 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain — Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.