Metrical Tales and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1805 - 201 pages |
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... wood let us hasten along , .. " The moon never pierces that grove . " Amazement and anger the prelate possest , With terror his accents he heard , Then Charlemain warmly and eagerly prest The Archbishop's old wither'd hand to his breast ...
... wood let us hasten along , .. " The moon never pierces that grove . " Amazement and anger the prelate possest , With terror his accents he heard , Then Charlemain warmly and eagerly prest The Archbishop's old wither'd hand to his breast ...
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... wood ! " And young Gualberto went , and laid in wait for blood . When now the youth was at the forest shade Arriv'd , it drew toward the close of day ; Anselmo haply might be long delay'd , And he , already wearied with his way ...
... wood ! " And young Gualberto went , and laid in wait for blood . When now the youth was at the forest shade Arriv'd , it drew toward the close of day ; Anselmo haply might be long delay'd , And he , already wearied with his way ...
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... To figures and beams of wood They force us to bow the knee ; They plunge us in caverns and dens , Where never thy blessed light Shines on our poisonous toil ! But not in the caverns and dens , O Sun , are we mindless of thee ! We 87.
... To figures and beams of wood They force us to bow the knee ; They plunge us in caverns and dens , Where never thy blessed light Shines on our poisonous toil ! But not in the caverns and dens , O Sun , are we mindless of thee ! We 87.
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... Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout of the battle , the clang of their drums , The horsemen are met , and the shock of the fight Is the blast , that disbranches the wood . Behold from the clouds of their power The lightning , ...
... Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout of the battle , the clang of their drums , The horsemen are met , and the shock of the fight Is the blast , that disbranches the wood . Behold from the clouds of their power The lightning , ...
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... wood ! It grew and it flourish'd for many an age , And many a tempest wreak'd on it its rage , But when its strong ... wood was her spear . Alas for the Oak of our Fathers that stood In its beauty , the glory and pride of the wood ...
... wood ! It grew and it flourish'd for many an age , And many a tempest wreak'd on it its rage , But when its strong ... wood was her spear . Alas for the Oak of our Fathers that stood In its beauty , the glory and pride of the wood ...
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Antolinez ARAUCANS Archbishop beauty Beelzebub behold bells bells of St Bishop Bruno bless blest blood bloody Judge brave breast ceste Charlemain chearful Collatine cried dance dead Dear George death deeds Delia's delight Devil eyes fair Father William fear gale gaze glory grave GREGORY grew Gualberto hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree holy honour husband Keyne King live locks look'd Lord macaroons MALVERN HILLS merrily Mexitli Moscera never night o'er Ollanahta Painter palace PINDARIC poor Porlock prayer Prelate pride quoth Rebecca his wife rest revenge Rhine Richard Penlake Robert Southey Rodulfo round rung Saint Satan Sires song SONNET sorrow soul Spirits stood Strangers summer tree sweet tale tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou wert thought thro toil tower TRAVELLER Twas vengeance ween WOMAN wretched young youth
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Page 47 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.' 'Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!' Said little Wilhelmine. 'Nay. . .nay. . .my little girl,' quoth he,
Page 45 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 46 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 8 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Page 174 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Page 44 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...
Page 37 - And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife In the West country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an...
Page 47 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 37 - Now, art thou a bachelor, stranger ?" quoth he ; " For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day, That ever thou didst in thy life. " Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have, I'll venture my life, She has drank of the Well of St. Keyne." " I have left a good woman who never was here...
Page 168 - You are old, Father William," the young man cried ; " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, — a hearty old man : Now tell me the reason, I pray.