Famous Fugitive PoemsRossiter Johnson H. Holt, 1908 - 364 strani |
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... true English hearts , Stuck close together . When down their bows they threw And forth their bilbows drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy : Arms were from shoulders sent ; Scalps to the teeth were rent ; Down the ...
... true English hearts , Stuck close together . When down their bows they threw And forth their bilbows drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy : Arms were from shoulders sent ; Scalps to the teeth were rent ; Down the ...
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... true to the payle ; She has helped us to butter and cheese , I trow , And other things she will not fayle ; I wold be loth to see her pine ; — Good husbande , counsel take of me- It is not for us to go so fine ; Man , take thy old ...
... true to the payle ; She has helped us to butter and cheese , I trow , And other things she will not fayle ; I wold be loth to see her pine ; — Good husbande , counsel take of me- It is not for us to go so fine ; Man , take thy old ...
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... Is the burden of my song . If thou lovest me too much , ' T will not prove as true a touch ; Love me little more than such , - For I fear the end . I'm with little well content , And a little from 16 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
... Is the burden of my song . If thou lovest me too much , ' T will not prove as true a touch ; Love me little more than such , - For I fear the end . I'm with little well content , And a little from 16 SINGLE FAMOUS POEMS .
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... true intent To be steadfast , friend . Say thou lovest me , while thou live I to thee my love will give , Never dreaming to deceive While that life endures ; Nay , and after death , in sooth , I to thee will keep my truth , As now when ...
... true intent To be steadfast , friend . Say thou lovest me , while thou live I to thee my love will give , Never dreaming to deceive While that life endures ; Nay , and after death , in sooth , I to thee will keep my truth , As now when ...
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... true , with shame and grief yield ; Thou , like the van , first took'st the field , And gotten hast the victory , In thus adventuring to die Before me , whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave . But hark ! my pulse ...
... true , with shame and grief yield ; Thou , like the van , first took'st the field , And gotten hast the victory , In thus adventuring to die Before me , whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave . But hark ! my pulse ...
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ALFRED DOMETT Ann Hathaway Balaklava beauty beneath Bengalese blow blue bonnie brave breast breath bride bright brow busk Carcassonne cheek cold cried Cumnor dark DAVID GRAY dead dear death died Doneraile doth dreams E'en earth eyes fair father fear fell FITZ-JAMES O'BRIEN flowers gleam glory grave Gray green Grongar Hill hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill ivy green King kiss klappa lady land light lips live lonely look lover Maryland morn mortal mother never night o'er pale pass poor published rest ring river river Lee round Scotland Shandon shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou thought Tiger's tail to-night Tuloom Visit from St voice wait wave weary weep whither wild wind Yarrow
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Stran 104 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave...
Stran 99 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Stran 330 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Stran 276 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Stran 197 - THE muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo ; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Stran 103 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Stran 115 - HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view ! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...
Stran 104 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ! Oh ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Stran 13 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Stran 25 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.