Longer English Poems: With Notes Philological and Explanatory, and an Introduction on the Teaching of EnglishJohn Wesley Hales |
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... Lord a thousand three hundred fourscore and five , of the Second King Richard , after the Conquest nine , in all the grammar schools of England children leave French and construe and learn in English . " * To that innovation no doubt ...
... Lord a thousand three hundred fourscore and five , of the Second King Richard , after the Conquest nine , in all the grammar schools of England children leave French and construe and learn in English . " * To that innovation no doubt ...
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... Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " " Tis not because the ring they ride , And Lindesay at the ring rides well , But that my sire the wine will ...
... Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " " Tis not because the ring they ride , And Lindesay at the ring rides well , But that my sire the wine will ...
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... the water - sprite with its wreck - prophetic scream ; the Seer with his fearful vision ; the young lords bent on their knightly pastime ; the dead barons lying in their quaint cerements THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . xxi.
... the water - sprite with its wreck - prophetic scream ; the Seer with his fearful vision ; the young lords bent on their knightly pastime ; the dead barons lying in their quaint cerements THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . xxi.
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... Lord Ullin's Daughter ( a poem with a like catastrophe with Rosabelle , but of a different , less noble motive ) : " By this the storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark ...
... Lord Ullin's Daughter ( a poem with a like catastrophe with Rosabelle , but of a different , less noble motive ) : " By this the storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark ...
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... Lord , which therein wont to dwell , Whose want too well now feeles my freendles case ; But ah ! here fits not well 140 Olde woes , but joyes , to tell Against the bridale daye , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till ...
... Lord , which therein wont to dwell , Whose want too well now feeles my freendles case ; But ah ! here fits not well 140 Olde woes , but joyes , to tell Against the bridale daye , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till ...
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Page 156 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 82 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 114 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil, Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Page 138 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 154 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years
Page 23 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 26 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 133 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 191 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...