English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1869 |
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... Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The stout Erle of Northumberland A vow he once did make , His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take ; The cheefest harts in Chevy ...
... Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The stout Erle of Northumberland A vow he once did make , His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take ; The cheefest harts in Chevy ...
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... Percy to the quarry went , To view the slaughter'd deere ; Quoth he , " Erle Douglas promised This day to meet me heere : " But if I thought he would not come , No longer wold I stay . " With that , a brave younge gentleman Thus to the ...
... Percy to the quarry went , To view the slaughter'd deere ; Quoth he , " Erle Douglas promised This day to meet me heere : " But if I thought he would not come , No longer wold I stay . " With that , a brave younge gentleman Thus to the ...
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... Percy said , " And take your bowes with speede : " And now with me , my countrymen , Your courage forth advance ; For never was there champion yett , In Scottland or in France , " That ever did on horsebacke come , But if my hap it were ...
... Percy said , " And take your bowes with speede : " And now with me , my countrymen , Your courage forth advance ; For never was there champion yett , In Scottland or in France , " That ever did on horsebacke come , But if my hap it were ...
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... Percy , soe am I. " But trust me , Percy , pittye it were , And great offence , to kill Any of these our guiltless men , For they have done no ill . " Let thou and I the battell trye , And set our men aside . " " Shame on the man , " Erle ...
... Percy , soe am I. " But trust me , Percy , pittye it were , And great offence , to kill Any of these our guiltless men , For they have done no ill . " Let thou and I the battell trye , And set our men aside . " " Shame on the man , " Erle ...
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... trickling down did feele . " Yeeld thee , Lord Percy , " Douglas sayd ; " In faith I will thee bringe , Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James our Scottish king . • Cautious . b Mad . " Thy ransome I will freely give , And this 5.
... trickling down did feele . " Yeeld thee , Lord Percy , " Douglas sayd ; " In faith I will thee bringe , Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James our Scottish king . • Cautious . b Mad . " Thy ransome I will freely give , And this 5.
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Page 63 - 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.
Page 89 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 152 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 136 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 155 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 62 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 74 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 161 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 136 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 169 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...