English verse for repetition, with notes by W.B. Stanford1873 - 104 pages |
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akin Alice Brand Armada Assyria battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM blood brave bridge Britons brother brow burning called cloth cried cross dead death deed died Druids East Retford Edward III England English eyes fair fairies fast father fear fire French gallant Gelert hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill hither Horatius Inchcape Rock king lady land Lars Porsena live Llewelyn's lonely Lord Lord Byron loud Marmion Melrose Abbey native Netherby never night o'er Pibroch Plymouth Bay poet poetry quoth rages reign river roar Romans Rome round Rule Britannia Scotch Scotland Sennacherib Sextus Shakespere ship shore shout side sing Sir Ralph snow Solway Solway Firth song sound SOUTHEY stood stormy winds sword temple of Vesta thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD Tiber tide Tis merry twas warrior waves wild winds do blow word WORDSWORTH young Lochinvar
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Page 65 - 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 19 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak...
Page 32 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 68 - 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. " Oh for a soft and gentle wind...
Page 20 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Page 23 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Page 48 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 1 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Page 5 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 6 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.