The senior poetical reader, for school and home use, with notes and biogr. notices of authors by P.R. JacksonP R Jackson 1882 |
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... called his child - no voice replied ; He searched with terror wild ; Blood , blood , he found on every side , But nowhere found his child . * " Monster ! by thee my child's devoured ! " * The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his ...
... called his child - no voice replied ; He searched with terror wild ; Blood , blood , he found on every side , But nowhere found his child . * " Monster ! by thee my child's devoured ! " * The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his ...
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... called Masques , which formed a favourite amusement of the Court . It is to his credit that his constant aim was to improve the morals of the day . He was buried in Westminster Abbey , and the flagstone over his grave was inscribed with ...
... called Masques , which formed a favourite amusement of the Court . It is to his credit that his constant aim was to improve the morals of the day . He was buried in Westminster Abbey , and the flagstone over his grave was inscribed with ...
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... called Gentiles . Unsmote by the sword , destroyed without the aid of man . And there lay the rider , distorted * and pale , With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; * And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The ...
... called Gentiles . Unsmote by the sword , destroyed without the aid of man . And there lay the rider , distorted * and pale , With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; * And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The ...
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... called Nor a drum was heard , not a funeral note , * As his corse to the ramparts * we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with ...
... called Nor a drum was heard , not a funeral note , * As his corse to the ramparts * we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with ...
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... called from the length of its bill . Curlew , a wading bird with long legs and short tail . Holt , a wood . Headland , a point of land running out in- to the sea . Heath , a barren open country . Bent , a place which is winding or ...
... called from the length of its bill . Curlew , a wading bird with long legs and short tail . Holt , a wood . Headland , a point of land running out in- to the sea . Heath , a barren open country . Bent , a place which is winding or ...
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Страница 129 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Страница 29 - 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 : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Страница 60 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Страница 29 - 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.
Страница 119 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
Страница 73 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Страница 115 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Страница 59 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
Страница 114 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.