A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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... deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Glo'ster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright ...
... deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Glo'ster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright ...
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... deep wounds did remain , The cruel marks of many a bloody field ; Yet arms till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair ...
... deep wounds did remain , The cruel marks of many a bloody field ; Yet arms till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair ...
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... deep bosom of the ocean buried . Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monu . ments ; Our stern alarums , chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful mea- sures . Grim - visag ...
... deep bosom of the ocean buried . Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monu . ments ; Our stern alarums , chang'd to merry meetings , Our dreadful marches to delightful mea- sures . Grim - visag ...
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... deep , that for a further boon The nymph he prays . Whereto she says , Forego me now , come to me soon . But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so ; Having a thousand tongues to allure him And but one to bid him go ...
... deep , that for a further boon The nymph he prays . Whereto she says , Forego me now , come to me soon . But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so ; Having a thousand tongues to allure him And but one to bid him go ...
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... deep Know no such liberty . When linnet - like confined , I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness , mercy , majesty , And glories of my king : When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , - Enlarged winds that ...
... deep Know no such liberty . When linnet - like confined , I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness , mercy , majesty , And glories of my king : When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , - Enlarged winds that ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Page 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Page 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Page 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...