The New Poetical ReaderJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 էջ |
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... to live in Heaven . I cannot tell what form is his , what looks he weareth now , Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph brow . The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss 18 The New Poetical Reader .
... to live in Heaven . I cannot tell what form is his , what looks he weareth now , Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph brow . The thoughts that fill his sinless soul , the bliss 18 The New Poetical Reader .
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... crown of verdure weaves , And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves ; So without sound of music , Or voice of them that wept , Silently down from the mountain's crown , The great procession swept . Perchance the bald ...
... crown of verdure weaves , And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves ; So without sound of music , Or voice of them that wept , Silently down from the mountain's crown , The great procession swept . Perchance the bald ...
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... Crown'd and mitred tyranny : — They defied the field and scaffold For their birthrights -- so will we ! RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD . F. T. Palgrave . I LOVE the gracious littleness Of Childhood's fancied reign : The narrow chambers and ...
... Crown'd and mitred tyranny : — They defied the field and scaffold For their birthrights -- so will we ! RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD . F. T. Palgrave . I LOVE the gracious littleness Of Childhood's fancied reign : The narrow chambers and ...
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... crown ! ' There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my fathers ' grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might , This hand hath always striven , And ye raise it ...
... crown ! ' There is a chamber far away Where sleep the good and brave , But a better place ye have named for me Than by my fathers ' grave . For truth and right , ' gainst treason's might , This hand hath always striven , And ye raise it ...
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... - room , Blazing with light , and breathing with perfume . There on the dais sat another king , Wearing his robes , his crown , his signet - ring , D King Robert's self in features , form , and height The New Poetical Reader . 49.
... - room , Blazing with light , and breathing with perfume . There on the dais sat another king , Wearing his robes , his crown , his signet - ring , D King Robert's self in features , form , and height The New Poetical Reader . 49.
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Էջ 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Էջ 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Էջ 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Էջ 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Էջ 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Էջ 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Էջ 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Էջ 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Էջ 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...