Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1860 |
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... " Aphorisms " ) Longfellow 105 MILITARY GLORY ( from " The Vanity of Human Johnson 106 Wishes " ) .... THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT Byron 108 Pope 111 CONTENTS . THE GRAVE MARLBOROUGH ( from " The Campaign.
... " Aphorisms " ) Longfellow 105 MILITARY GLORY ( from " The Vanity of Human Johnson 106 Wishes " ) .... THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT Byron 108 Pope 111 CONTENTS . THE GRAVE MARLBOROUGH ( from " The Campaign.
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... battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills , by thunder riven ; Then rush'd the steed to battle driven ; And rolling , like the bolts of Heaven , Far flash'd the red artillery ...
... battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills , by thunder riven ; Then rush'd the steed to battle driven ; And rolling , like the bolts of Heaven , Far flash'd the red artillery ...
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... battle - field's dreadful array , Far , far I had roam'd on a desolate track : ' Twas autumn ; and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . I flew to the pleasant fields , traversed so oft In life's ...
... battle - field's dreadful array , Far , far I had roam'd on a desolate track : ' Twas autumn ; and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . I flew to the pleasant fields , traversed so oft In life's ...
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... 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 . The spirits of your ...
... 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 . The spirits of your ...
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... battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do blow . The meteor - flag of England Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart , And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast ...
... battle rages loud and long , And the stormy winds do blow . The meteor - flag of England Shall yet terrific burn ; Till danger's troubled night depart , And the star of peace return . Then , then , ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast ...
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Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. Dulcken Henry William Dulcken Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1870 |
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ALEXANDER POPE battle BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON Blest born bower breath bright Cam'rons CHARLES LAMB charm cheek cheerful child churchway clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD dark dead death deep died dost doth e'en earth EDGAR ALLAN POE ELEGY WRITTEN Elizabethan era EPICEDIUM eyes fair fame fire flowers genius gilded lilies glory grace grave green hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills Honour hour light lonely look loud MILTON moon morn mother mother's love mouldering mournful ne'er never night numbers o'er old familiar faces poems poet praise pride reign round sigh silent sing SIR JOHN MOORE Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA spirit star stormy winds Sweet Mary tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS OTWAY thou art thou busy thought tower Twas voice waves weary weep wild winds do blow woods youth
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Էջ 55 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
Էջ 137 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Էջ 14 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Էջ 156 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Էջ 27 - 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.
Էջ 115 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Էջ 138 - 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?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
Էջ 22 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Էջ 121 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Էջ 56 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.