English History in VerseErnest Pertwee G. Routledge & sons, Limited, 1906 - 407 pagina's |
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... NEVER SMILED AGAIN KING STEPHEN ... ESCAPE OF THE PRINCESS MAUDE KNIGHTHOOD BALLAD OF FAIR ROSAMUND ROBIN HOOD Bernard Barton William Cowper William Wordsworth F. T. Palgrave William Wordsworth Sheridan Knowles H. W. Longfellow William ...
... NEVER SMILED AGAIN KING STEPHEN ... ESCAPE OF THE PRINCESS MAUDE KNIGHTHOOD BALLAD OF FAIR ROSAMUND ROBIN HOOD Bernard Barton William Cowper William Wordsworth F. T. Palgrave William Wordsworth Sheridan Knowles H. W. Longfellow William ...
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... never knew Thy posterity shall sway , Where his eagles never flew- None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all ...
... never knew Thy posterity shall sway , Where his eagles never flew- None invincible as they . " Such the bard's prophetic words , Pregnant with celestial fire , Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre . She , with all ...
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... home ere now . Put on more wood ; And lay the logs on end ; you'll learn in time To make a fire . Why , what a litter's there , With trimming of your shafts that never hit ! Ten days ago you kill'd a sorry buck ; Since 14 ALFRED THE GREAT.
... home ere now . Put on more wood ; And lay the logs on end ; you'll learn in time To make a fire . Why , what a litter's there , With trimming of your shafts that never hit ! Ten days ago you kill'd a sorry buck ; Since 14 ALFRED THE GREAT.
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... never flowed ! My heart did swell To bursting ; yet no sigh would he let forth With vent to give it ease . There had I sat And died . But Heaven a stronger tyrant sent― Hunger - that wrench'd me from the other's grasp , And dragg'd me ...
... never flowed ! My heart did swell To bursting ; yet no sigh would he let forth With vent to give it ease . There had I sat And died . But Heaven a stronger tyrant sent― Hunger - that wrench'd me from the other's grasp , And dragg'd me ...
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... never did , Else had you known the value of the bread ; Thought of the ploughman's toil ; the reaper's sweat ; The miller's labour ; and the housewife's thrift ; And not have left my barley cakes to burn To very cinders ! ALF . I forgot ...
... never did , Else had you known the value of the bread ; Thought of the ploughman's toil ; the reaper's sweat ; The miller's labour ; and the housewife's thrift ; And not have left my barley cakes to burn To very cinders ! ALF . I forgot ...
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arms banner battle behold beneath Black Death bless blood Bonny Dundee brave breath brother brow cried CROM Cromwell crown dare dark dead dear death doth dream Duke Earl Edward England English Exeunt eyes fair faith father fear FELICIA HEMANS fell fight fire France FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE friends gallant GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY GLOCESTER glory Gloster grace grave grey hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy honour horse Hubert JANE KING HENRY lady land light live look lord ne'er never night noble o'er peace PLAY OF MARY pray pride prince proud queen ROBERT SOUTHEY round royal SCENE shout silent slain smile soul stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thousand throne to-day Tower Twas unto voice W. E. AYTOUN Whigs WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Willie Wallace
Populaire passages
Pagina 135 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, [ am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 317 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Pagina 107 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
Pagina 403 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; r " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
Pagina 248 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Pagina 233 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Pagina 268 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts...
Pagina 339 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Pagina 341 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Pagina 338 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.