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Pagina 3
... feel some anxiety concerning its success , since he is sensible that he hazards , by this second in- trusion , any reputation which his first Poem may have procured him . The present story turns upon the private adventures of a ...
... feel some anxiety concerning its success , since he is sensible that he hazards , by this second in- trusion , any reputation which his first Poem may have procured him . The present story turns upon the private adventures of a ...
Pagina 11
... Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , -Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? Yes ...
... Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , -Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? Yes ...
Pagina 17
... feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe crouch'd to France's yoke , And Austria bent , and Prussia broke , And the firm Russian's purpose brave Was barter'd by a timorous slave , Even then dishonour's peace he ...
... feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe crouch'd to France's yoke , And Austria bent , and Prussia broke , And the firm Russian's purpose brave Was barter'd by a timorous slave , Even then dishonour's peace he ...
Pagina 71
... feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , 10 + 1 Return again the glow of theirs . Ah , happy boys ! such feelings pure , 2 They will not , cannot , long endure ; 3 There is , on a high mountainous ridge above the farm of ...
... feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , 10 + 1 Return again the glow of theirs . Ah , happy boys ! such feelings pure , 2 They will not , cannot , long endure ; 3 There is , on a high mountainous ridge above the farm of ...
Pagina 72
... feel ourselves alone , Something , my friend , we yet may gain , There is a pleasure in this pain : It sooths the love of lonely rest , Deep in each gentler heart impress'd . ' Tis silent amid worldly toils , And stifled soon 72 ...
... feel ourselves alone , Something , my friend , we yet may gain , There is a pleasure in this pain : It sooths the love of lonely rest , Deep in each gentler heart impress'd . ' Tis silent amid worldly toils , And stifled soon 72 ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Abbess abbot ancient arches arms beneath Bishop of Durham bold breast called castle champion chapel Chester-le-street Dane dark death deep Donjon Durham Earl Elfin Erskine Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair falcon fear Featherston Fitz-Eustace foes Forest Friar John gentle gentlemen grace grave grim Guenever hall Haltwhistle hand hath hear heard heart heaven hermit Heron Holy Island horse hounds hunt king knight lady lady's lake lance land light Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion mark'd minstrels monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle northern war Northumberland Note nuns o'er Palmer Perkin Warbeck proud Ridley rock round rude Saint Cuthbert's Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shew Shew'd shield shrine Sir Launcelot sound spear spell squire St Cuthbert steed stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide toil tomb tower Tweed wall Warkworth Whitby Whitby's wild William
Populaire passages
Pagina 16 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Pagina 149 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Pagina 91 - Thy tower, proud Bamborough, mark'd they there, King Ida's castle, huge and square, From its tall rock look grimly down, And on the swelling ocean frown ; Then from the coast they bore away, And reach'd the Holy Island's bay.
Pagina 211 - The manner of the hunting is this : five or six hundred men do rise early in the morning, and they do disperse themselves divers ways, and seven, eight, or ten miles...
Pagina 57 - Poor wretch, the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Pagina 211 - Then after we had staid there three hours, or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us (their heads making a show like a wood), which being followed close by the...
Pagina 180 - ... was a stone that was of marble ; but it was so dark, that Sir Launcelot might not well know what it was. Then Sir Launcelot looked by him, and saw an old chappell, and there he wend to have found people. And so Sir Launcelot tied his horse to a...
Pagina 71 - Companions of my mountain joys, Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Pagina 185 - ... families. and also shadowed the events of future ages, in the succession of our imperial line ; with these helps, and those of the machines, which I have mentioned, I might perhaps have done as well as some of my predecessors, or at least chalked out a way for others to amend my errors in a like design. But being encouraged only with fair words by King Charles II, my little salary ill paid, and no prospect of a future subsistence, I -was then discouraged in the beginning of my attempt...
Pagina 134 - Whose doom discording neighbours sought, Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.