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... Dream A. Marvell . 1223 + 8 • · 9 ΙΟ • · II • 12 15 17 T. Campbell 18 John Gilpin Hohenlinden W. Cowper . 18 T. Campbell 26 The Village Blacksmith Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog The Outlaw H. W. Long- fellow 27 O. Goldsmith 28 Sir W ...
... Dream A. Marvell . 1223 + 8 • · 9 ΙΟ • · II • 12 15 17 T. Campbell 18 John Gilpin Hohenlinden W. Cowper . 18 T. Campbell 26 The Village Blacksmith Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog The Outlaw H. W. Long- fellow 27 O. Goldsmith 28 Sir W ...
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... Dream ) L'Allegro Il Penseroso Jock of Hazeldean The Recollection Auld Robin Gray Willie Drowned in Yarrow The Reverie of Poor Susan The Armada ( A Fragment ) Mary Ambree Elizabeth of Bohemia PAGE 76 Unknown Col. R. Lovelace 77 W ...
... Dream ) L'Allegro Il Penseroso Jock of Hazeldean The Recollection Auld Robin Gray Willie Drowned in Yarrow The Reverie of Poor Susan The Armada ( A Fragment ) Mary Ambree Elizabeth of Bohemia PAGE 76 Unknown Col. R. Lovelace 77 W ...
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... Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the The Girl describes her Fawn 17 Ye Mariners of England (A Naval Ode) T Campbell The Girl describes her Fawn The Soldier's Dream A Marvell 1223 ΙΟ II.
... Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the The Girl describes her Fawn 17 Ye Mariners of England (A Naval Ode) T Campbell The Girl describes her Fawn The Soldier's Dream A Marvell 1223 ΙΟ II.
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Andrew Lang. The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the night - cloud had lower'd , And the sentinel stars ... dreaming ear melted away . T. CAMPBELL . John Gilpin JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown , A train - band ...
Andrew Lang. The Soldier's Dream OUR bugles sang truce , for the night - cloud had lower'd , And the sentinel stars ... dreaming ear melted away . T. CAMPBELL . John Gilpin JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown , A train - band ...
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... dream , I thence withdrew , and follow'd long The windings of the stream . My ramble ended , I return'd ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discern'd , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropp'd ...
... dream , I thence withdrew , and follow'd long The windings of the stream . My ramble ended , I return'd ; Beau , trotting far before , The floating wreath again discern'd , And plunging left the shore . I saw him with that lily cropp'd ...
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Allen-a-Dale ANDREW LANG Annabel Lee bauld beautiful beneath bird blood bold bonny lasse brave bonny lasse breast breath bright brow Buccleuch Cherry Ripe Christabel cloud County Guy cried Cumnor Cumnor Hall dead dear deep doth dream eyes fair fause fear fire flowers frae gallant gray green gude hair hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy King Kinmont Willie lady land light lonely look look'd Lord Scroope loud Lycidas maid maiden Mary Ambree merry moon morn ne'er never night o'er Otterbourne poems quoth rose round sails SCOTT ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens Skylark BIRD sleep song soul sound spake stood sweet ta'en tears tell thee thine thou art Twas vale voice waves weary Wedding-Guest weep wild wind wings wood Yarrow
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Page 27 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 206 - Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to These the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Page 130 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 98 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 97 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 152 - And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 60 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 95 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 200 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 151 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...