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Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets ...
William Henry Davenport Adams
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arms BATTLE BEAUTY beneath bird born brave breath bright comes dark death deep delight died doth dream earth England English eyes face fair fall fame fear fields fire flowers fool gentle give glory golden gone green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry hills HOPE hour John King land leaves light live look Lord meet MIND MOON morning MUSIC NATURE never night o'er once pass past play pleasure poem poet poor praise pride rest rich round seemed SHAKSPEARE sing sleep smile SONG soul sound spirit spring stars stream summer sweet Tell thee thine THINGS thou thought trees true TRUTH turn voice waves wild wind wings WORDSWORTH young youth
Σελίδα 197 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Σελίδα 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Σελίδα 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Σελίδα 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Σελίδα 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Σελίδα 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Σελίδα 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Σελίδα 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.