Metrical Tales and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805 - 201 páginas |
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Página 89
... winds . The Souls of the Strangers are there , In their garments of darkness they ride thro ' the heaven ; The cloud that so lurid rolls over the hill Is red with their weapons of fire . Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout ...
... winds . The Souls of the Strangers are there , In their garments of darkness they ride thro ' the heaven ; The cloud that so lurid rolls over the hill Is red with their weapons of fire . Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout ...
Página 92
... war - pole I sat Where idly thy hatchet of battle is hung ; I gazed on the bow of thy strength As it waved on the stream of the wind . The scalps that we number'd in triumph were there , 92 Song of the Chikkasah Widow.
... war - pole I sat Where idly thy hatchet of battle is hung ; I gazed on the bow of thy strength As it waved on the stream of the wind . The scalps that we number'd in triumph were there , 92 Song of the Chikkasah Widow.
Página 96
... tomahawk red with rust , His bow - string whose twang was death . Now sings as it cuts the wind , But his memory is fresh in the land And his name with the names that we love . Go now and revenge him my Boy ! That his 96.
... tomahawk red with rust , His bow - string whose twang was death . Now sings as it cuts the wind , But his memory is fresh in the land And his name with the names that we love . Go now and revenge him my Boy ! That his 96.
Página 108
... wind ; Ye serpent CURLS , ye poison - tendrils go .. Would I could tear thy memory from my mind , Accursed Lock , .. thou cause of all my woe ! Seize the curst curls , ye Furies as they fly ! Dæmons of darkness , guard the infernal roll ...
... wind ; Ye serpent CURLS , ye poison - tendrils go .. Would I could tear thy memory from my mind , Accursed Lock , .. thou cause of all my woe ! Seize the curst curls , ye Furies as they fly ! Dæmons of darkness , guard the infernal roll ...
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... the howling of the midnight wind Will wake and tremble in her boding prayer ? may her voice be heard , and Heaven be kind ! .. Go gallant ship , and be thy fortune fair ! So G SONNET X. O God ! have mercy in this dreadful 121.
... the howling of the midnight wind Will wake and tremble in her boding prayer ? may her voice be heard , and Heaven be kind ! .. Go gallant ship , and be thy fortune fair ! So G SONNET X. O God ! have mercy in this dreadful 121.
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Antolinez ARAUCANS Archbishop beauty Beelzebub behold bells bells of St Bishop Bruno bless blest blood bloody Judge brave breast ceste Charlemain chearful Collatine cried dance dead Dear George death deeds Delia's delight Devil door eyes fair Father William fear Fleet Street gale gaze glory grave GREGORY grew Gualberto hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree holy honour husband Keyne King live locks look'd Lord macaroons MALVERN HILLS merrily Mexitli Moscera never night o'er Ollanahta Painter palace PINDARIC poor Porlock prayer Prelate pride quoth Rebecca his wife rest revenge Rhine Richard Penlake Rodulfo round rung Saint Satan Sires song SONNET sorrow soul Spirits stood Strangers summer tree sweet tale tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought thro toil tower TRAVELLER Twas vengeance ween WOMAN wretched young youth
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Página 47 - 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,
Página 44 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done; And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round...
Página 45 - 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.
Página 46 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Página 173 - Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere, To those who on my leisure would intrude Reserved and rude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Página 8 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Página 174 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Página 47 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 6 - Another came running presently, And he was as pale as pale could be, Fly ! my lord bishop, fly ! quoth he, Ten thousand rats are coming this way — The Lord forgive you for yesterday...
Página 6 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...