Amusing poetry, ed. by S. BrooksGilbert & Rivington, 1857 |
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... honour , And eke my troth thereto . " - But with golden dice they played , they played away ! " And so the third gold die , I wot , On the table - board did run ; And the pretty maiden lost her stake , While the little seaman won ...
... honour , And eke my troth thereto . " - But with golden dice they played , they played away ! " And so the third gold die , I wot , On the table - board did run ; And the pretty maiden lost her stake , While the little seaman won ...
Էջ 12
... bend my knee beside the sepulchre . Oh ! that I first might seek the land of my dear Saviour's birth , And lay my honour'd master's heart in Syria's holy earth , And lave , by Jordan's sainted stream , my care 12 THE LEGEND OF THE.
... bend my knee beside the sepulchre . Oh ! that I first might seek the land of my dear Saviour's birth , And lay my honour'd master's heart in Syria's holy earth , And lave , by Jordan's sainted stream , my care 12 THE LEGEND OF THE.
Էջ 33
... 'd they drank it down : But strangers , ere they dared to taste , must first permission gain Of the mayor and his councillors , of such an honour vain . D A horseman once pass'd through the town , and saw THE WELL OF WISDOM . 33.
... 'd they drank it down : But strangers , ere they dared to taste , must first permission gain Of the mayor and his councillors , of such an honour vain . D A horseman once pass'd through the town , and saw THE WELL OF WISDOM . 33.
Էջ 38
... honour now ; Come hither in haste , my little Roland , For solace is none but thou . " Young Roland ! to the city go , And beg a morsel of bread ; And he who shall but a crust bestow , Crave blessings on his head . " In his golden hall ...
... honour now ; Come hither in haste , my little Roland , For solace is none but thou . " Young Roland ! to the city go , And beg a morsel of bread ; And he who shall but a crust bestow , Crave blessings on his head . " In his golden hall ...
Էջ 58
... honoured banners , and our war cry is her name ? Shout ! Not now for deeds of heroes , -not for England's old renown ; Not because her lion - children rend the fiercest foe- man down ; Not for legions wildly flying , and their standards ...
... honoured banners , and our war cry is her name ? Shout ! Not now for deeds of heroes , -not for England's old renown ; Not because her lion - children rend the fiercest foe- man down ; Not for legions wildly flying , and their standards ...
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abbot Bell beneath bishop of Hereford blow bold Robin Hood Bolus brave bright brow Chatsworth Christmas comes cried dame dance dear deer dice they played Diego Perez eyes fair fairies fear gallant gazed gold golden dice gone green hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heire of Linne Honour HOOPOE Inchcape Inchcape Rock king ladies land lass of Preston-mill laughing lips Little John little seaman look look'd Lord loud maid merry merry heart ne'er never night o'er once Outlaw pass'd pray Quoth Rink-a-tink roar rock Roland rose round Saint Pancras seem'd shining SHIRLEY BROOKS shout sing smile song sound spake steed stood story sweet sweet land sword tale tears tell thee There's thine thou Tu-whoo twas unto wave ween wild wind wine wood word Year's Day young youth
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Էջ 140 - She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Էջ 83 - 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. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Էջ 207 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Էջ 84 - I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free — The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.
Էջ 210 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Էջ 142 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro* won And our good Prince Eugene;' 'Why 'twas a very wicked thing !' Said little Wilhelmine; 'Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he, 'It was a famous victory.
Էջ 184 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum ; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to FRANCESCO.
Էջ 184 - She was an only child ; from infancy The joy, the pride of an indulgent sire. Her mother dying of the gift she gave, That precious gift, what else remain'd to him ? The young Ginevra was his all in life, Still as she grew, for ever in his sight ; And in her fifteenth year became a bride, Marrying an only son, Francesco Doria, Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.
Էջ 94 - The first is to tell him there in that stead, With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, Among all his liege-men so noble of birth, To within one penny of what he is worth.
Էջ 175 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell. The...