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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... hand . Not blither * is the mountain roe : * With many a wanton * stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time ; She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb , But ...
... hand . Not blither * is the mountain roe : * With many a wanton * stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow , That rises up like smoke . The storm came on before its time ; She wandered up and down ; And many a hill did Lucy climb , But ...
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... hand that I love lay me low , There cannot be pain in the blow : And of this , O my father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pare As the blessing I beg ere * it flow , And the last thought that soothes * me below . 5 ΙΟ ...
... hand that I love lay me low , There cannot be pain in the blow : And of this , O my father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pare As the blessing I beg ere * it flow , And the last thought that soothes * me below . 5 ΙΟ ...
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... hand , The tempest gathered o'er her . * And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing ; ) * Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore , His wrath * was changed to wailing . * 40 For sore dismayed * through storm and shade ...
... hand , The tempest gathered o'er her . * And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing ; ) * Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore , His wrath * was changed to wailing . * 40 For sore dismayed * through storm and shade ...
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... hand he thus his supper took , Seem'd to feast with head and ears ; and his tail with pleasure shook : " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! " she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara ...
... hand he thus his supper took , Seem'd to feast with head and ears ; and his tail with pleasure shook : " Drink , pretty creature , drink ! " she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own . ' Twas little Barbara ...
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... hand , near . Damsel , a girl . -As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seem'd , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of ...
... hand , near . Damsel , a girl . -As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet , This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat ; And it seem'd , as I retraced the ballad line by line , That but half of it was hers , and one half of ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.