English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1857 |
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Σελίδα 90
... Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be more prince ) as may be . You are sad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Arth 90 Hubert and Arthur.
... Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . Good morrow , little prince . Arth . As little prince ( having so great a title To be more prince ) as may be . You are sad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Arth 90 Hubert and Arthur.
Σελίδα 91
... Arth . Are you sick , Hubert ? you look pale to - day : In sooth , I would you were a little sick , That I might sit ... Arth . Too fairly , Hubert , for so foul effect : Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? Hub ...
... Arth . Are you sick , Hubert ? you look pale to - day : In sooth , I would you were a little sick , That I might sit ... Arth . Too fairly , Hubert , for so foul effect : Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? Hub ...
Σελίδα 92
... Arth . Ay , none , but in this iron age , would do it ! The iron of itself , though heat red hot , Approaching near ... Arth . O , save me , Hubert , save me ! my eyes are out , Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men . Hub ...
... Arth . Ay , none , but in this iron age , would do it ! The iron of itself , though heat red hot , Approaching near ... Arth . O , save me , Hubert , save me ! my eyes are out , Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men . Hub ...
Σελίδα 93
... Arth . Alas , I then have chid away my friend : He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None ...
... Arth . Alas , I then have chid away my friend : He hath a stern look , but a gentle heart : Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hub . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arth . Is there no remedy ? Hub . None ...
Σελίδα 94
... Arth . And if you do , you will but make it blush , And glow with shame of your proceedings , Hubert ; Nay , it , perchance , will sparkle in your eyes , And , like a dog that is compell'd to fight , Snatch at his master that doth tarre ...
... Arth . And if you do , you will but make it blush , And glow with shame of your proceedings , Hubert ; Nay , it , perchance , will sparkle in your eyes , And , like a dog that is compell'd to fight , Snatch at his master that doth tarre ...
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Σελίδα 273 - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Σελίδα 150 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Σελίδα 220 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Σελίδα 134 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Σελίδα 47 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Σελίδα 113 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Σελίδα 273 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Σελίδα 205 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush!
Σελίδα 72 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Σελίδα 48 - 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 tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.