Poetical gleanings, with notes and biogr. sketches |
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... sleep As the bird beneath their eaves . The free fair homes of England ! Long , long in hut and hall May hearts of native proof2 be reared To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod ...
... sleep As the bird beneath their eaves . The free fair homes of England ! Long , long in hut and hall May hearts of native proof2 be reared To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod ...
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... sleep . ' . . Alas ! poor little Jim ! She saw that he was dying ! The child she loved so dear Had uttered the last words she ' d ever wish to hear . 12 sid : fhe bee t with sighs . Hm Death of 'Little Jim,' the Collier's Child Farmer.
... sleep . ' . . Alas ! poor little Jim ! She saw that he was dying ! The child she loved so dear Had uttered the last words she ' d ever wish to hear . 12 sid : fhe bee t with sighs . Hm Death of 'Little Jim,' the Collier's Child Farmer.
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... sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze , and weeps , For her heart in his ... sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own lovèd island of sorrow . Moore . 1 She is far , & c . See ' The ...
... sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze , and weeps , For her heart in his ... sleep , like a smile from the west , From her own lovèd island of sorrow . Moore . 1 She is far , & c . See ' The ...
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... sleep . Thus of every grief in heart , He with thee doth bear a part . These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe . Shakspeare . SOLDIER , WAKE . Soldier , wake ! -the day is peeping , Honour ne'er was won in ...
... sleep . Thus of every grief in heart , He with thee doth bear a part . These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe . Shakspeare . SOLDIER , WAKE . Soldier , wake ! -the day is peeping , Honour ne'er was won in ...
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... Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking : Dream of battle - fields no more- Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
... Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking : Dream of battle - fields no more- Days of danger , nights of waking . In our isle's enchanted hall Hands unseen thy couch are strewing , Fairy strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms battle BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN BATTLE OF MORGARTEN blaze brave breath bright brow burning Charles Mackay cheek Chevy Chase child coming cried dark death deep dream Earl Douglas Eliza Cook Excelsior fair fame father fought gallant gentle gleam glow green groves hand hast hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre hills homes of England king lady land Lava light Little Jim little longer Lochinvar looked Lord loud Lucy Gray mighty Minstrel moor morning mother native Netherby never say fail night o'er old Arm-chair orphan boy Percy Pilgrim pride proud Rosabelle Roslin Scott Scottish sigh sing SIR JOHN MOORE slain sleep smiled snow SOLDIER song sorrow soul sound spear star Star of Bethlehem stood stormy tempests blow sweet tears thee There's thou art Twas voice wandering wave weary wild wind woods Work-work-work Yarrow
Pasajes populares
Página 23 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 72 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 24 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 84 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none...
Página 41 - O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 57 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death...
Página 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 16 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Página 42 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior '. His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 61 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.