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Σελίδα 4
... wide extended deep , In all its horrors rise . Confusion * dwelt on every face , And fear on every heart ; When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's * art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy mercy set me ...
... wide extended deep , In all its horrors rise . Confusion * dwelt on every face , And fear on every heart ; When waves on waves , and gulfs on gulfs , O'ercame the pilot's * art . Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord ! Thy mercy set me ...
Σελίδα 6
... side , The ship is sinking beneath the tide .. But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . * 40 45 50 55 60 65 LUCY GRAY ...
... side , The ship is sinking beneath the tide .. But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear , A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell , The fiends below were ringing his knell . * 40 45 50 55 60 65 LUCY GRAY ...
Σελίδα 7
... wide moor , * - The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn * at play , The hare upon the green : But the sweet face of Lucy Gray , Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You ...
... wide moor , * - The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn * at play , The hare upon the green : But the sweet face of Lucy Gray , Will never more be seen . " To - night will be a stormy night- You ...
Σελίδα 8
... wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood , That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . * And , turning homeward , now ...
... wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At daybreak on a hill they stood , That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door . * And , turning homeward , now ...
Σελίδα 11
... side , But nowhere found his child . " Monster ! by thee my child's devoured ! " The frantic father cried ; * And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side . His suppliant , as to earth he fell , No pity could impart ...
... side , But nowhere found his child . " Monster ! by thee my child's devoured ! " The frantic father cried ; * And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side . His suppliant , as to earth he fell , No pity could impart ...
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ancient Arth Assyria battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful bells beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Cæsar Chief poems child cried dark dead dear death deep dreadful Duke earth Eton College eyes fair father fear fire flowers gallant gazed Gelert Gilpin grave green hand haste hath head hear heard heart heaven hills horse Hubert Inchcape Inchcape Rock Ivy green John Gilpin king land Lars Porsena light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mercy morning ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er pale passed poet Prince of Condé quoth river roar round Samian wine Scotland shore sing smile soldiers song sorrow soul sound stars steed stone stood storm sweet swell sword tears tell thee thou art tide town Trainband Twas voice waves ween wild wind young youth ΙΟ
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Σελίδα 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Σελίδα 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate 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.
Σελίδα 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Σελίδα 16 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Σελίδα 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Σελίδα 16 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Σελίδα 88 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Σελίδα 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Σελίδα 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Σελίδα 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.