How to read well in public and private, with readings from the best poets1873 |
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Sivu 18
... field of adidas under Prince Charles Edward gabe se one once to or by the side of 2x 900 de Mach them . From the French 4 % 10 % the bad cuma against , and ste , I And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills 1S THE POETICAL ...
... field of adidas under Prince Charles Edward gabe se one once to or by the side of 2x 900 de Mach them . From the French 4 % 10 % the bad cuma against , and ste , I And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills 1S THE POETICAL ...
Sivu 22
... Upon the sweetest flower of all the field . * * * * Lady Capulet . Accursed , unhaPPY , WRÈTCHED , HATEFUL day ! Most MISERABLE hour that e'er Time sàw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But one , 22 THE POETICAL READER .
... Upon the sweetest flower of all the field . * * * * Lady Capulet . Accursed , unhaPPY , WRÈTCHED , HATEFUL day ! Most MISERABLE hour that e'er Time sàw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But one , 22 THE POETICAL READER .
Sivu 23
... FIELD ! 12. Melancholy . The emotion of melancholy is charac- terized by soft and slow utterances in a low pitch of voice . The monotone is frequently used in its expression as well as the falling inflection . To - morrow , and to ...
... FIELD ! 12. Melancholy . The emotion of melancholy is charac- terized by soft and slow utterances in a low pitch of voice . The monotone is frequently used in its expression as well as the falling inflection . To - morrow , and to ...
Sivu 27
... fields of fight Been conquered and dismayed : Once more against the English host His band he led , and once more lost The meed for which he fought : And now from battle , faint and worn The homeless fugitive forlorn A hut's lone shelter ...
... fields of fight Been conquered and dismayed : Once more against the English host His band he led , and once more lost The meed for which he fought : And now from battle , faint and worn The homeless fugitive forlorn A hut's lone shelter ...
Sivu 30
... field by night . ' Who were the Gibeonites , let us ask , and why were they per- mitted to hang the two sons of Rizpah and the five sons of Michal , seven lads who had never done personal harm to one of their tribe ? Rather more than ...
... field by night . ' Who were the Gibeonites , let us ask , and why were they per- mitted to hang the two sons of Rizpah and the five sons of Michal , seven lads who had never done personal harm to one of their tribe ? Rather more than ...
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Anglo-Saxon Anjou arms Arth Baliol battle battle of Agincourt battle of Ivry battle of Morgarten bless blood born brave brother Cædmon called Cassell Cassell's Charles Charles of Anjou Cloth clouds colonies Coloured Conradin crown dark daughter DAVIDSON dead death deep defeated desert died Duke Duke of Guise Earl earth Edition Edward Edward III emotion Emperor England English eyes faith falling inflection father fear fire following poem France French glory Greek Guise hand hast hath Haughton's Manual heart heaven Henry Henry III horse Hubert Huguenots Hurrah John John Baliol King Latin light Lord loud Mayenne Navarre never night o'er Parliament pause peace Petter poet Prince Queen reader reign Roundheads Schiraz Schwyz Scotland Scottish Sicily side snow song Swiss sword thee thou throne tone troops Tubal Cain utterance voice Wales Welsh wild William wind word young
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Sivu 176 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Sivu 177 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Sivu 159 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Sivu 67 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Sivu 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Sivu 182 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sivu 179 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Sivu 43 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Sivu 117 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Sivu 128 - 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.