Under Green LeavesG. Routledge, 1857 - 248 pages |
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... mighty Athelstone ! III . No more their sons , the rich and great , Receive the needy at their gate ; And call the fruitful shire their own : Their names are lost in Athelstone ! Oh ! give us grief , ' tis better than CASTLE ATHELSTONE ...
... mighty Athelstone ! III . No more their sons , the rich and great , Receive the needy at their gate ; And call the fruitful shire their own : Their names are lost in Athelstone ! Oh ! give us grief , ' tis better than CASTLE ATHELSTONE ...
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... mighty Athelstone ! III . No more their sons , the rich and great , Receive the needy at their gate ; And call the fruitful shire their own : Their names are lost in Athelstone ! IV . No more their daughters , fair and proud CASTLE ...
... mighty Athelstone ! III . No more their sons , the rich and great , Receive the needy at their gate ; And call the fruitful shire their own : Their names are lost in Athelstone ! IV . No more their daughters , fair and proud CASTLE ...
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... mighty discords clashing evermore , Only to melt and fuse in harmonies . Anon the lightning flash'd upon the dark , And thunders rattled o'er the cloudy vault , As if the chariots of the heavenly host Drove to THE VOLUNTARY . 123.
... mighty discords clashing evermore , Only to melt and fuse in harmonies . Anon the lightning flash'd upon the dark , And thunders rattled o'er the cloudy vault , As if the chariots of the heavenly host Drove to THE VOLUNTARY . 123.
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... raging seas grew calm While loud , clear voices , from the upper air , Sang in sweet harmonies , " The Lord is great , His loving - kindness lasts for evermore . " MEOPS . I. MEOPS lived ; a mighty man ; 124 UNDER GREEN LEAVES .
... raging seas grew calm While loud , clear voices , from the upper air , Sang in sweet harmonies , " The Lord is great , His loving - kindness lasts for evermore . " MEOPS . I. MEOPS lived ; a mighty man ; 124 UNDER GREEN LEAVES .
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... Mighty man was he ! II . Meops died - the great and high , - Left his castles by the sea ; Left his horses , hounds , and hawks , Lands in mortgage and in fee ; Left his flatterers , jesters , fools , Toadies , MEOPS . 125 MEOPS.
... Mighty man was he ! II . Meops died - the great and high , - Left his castles by the sea ; Left his horses , hounds , and hawks , Lands in mortgage and in fee ; Left his flatterers , jesters , fools , Toadies , MEOPS . 125 MEOPS.
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Amid art thou Athelstone beautiful behold blessed bloom blossoms body-snatchers bowie knife brave breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES MACKAY cloud Cobbler Cracklethorn crown dark Death deep dream EGERIA evermore evil eyes face fair fancy FARRINGDON STREET fire flow flowers forlorn glory gold green earth let GREEN LEAVES grief Hammer hand happy hear heart Heaven hope land light Loki lonely look Lord Luxor Maranatha mighty morn night o'er OBVERSE AND REVERSE pass'd peace Pedlar Pendragon the King pity pomp proud quoth rain red vengeance rich ripple river sailing scorn Shackaback shadow ship shore sigh SILENT HILLS sing sleep smile song Sorrow soul spirit star stream sunshine superbest sweet tell thee There's thine Thor thought throne toil tree Twas voice wave wealth whisper wild wind woman's worth Ye men youth
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Page 181 - The appropriate business of poetry, (which, nevertheless, if genuine, is as permanent as pure science,) her appropriate employment, her privilege and her duty, is to treat of things not as they are, but as they appear; not as they exist in themselves, but as they seem to exist to the senses, and to the passions.
Page 12 - Ye who have scorned each other, Or injured friend or brother, In this fast-fading year; Ye who, by word or deed, Have made a kind heart bleed, Come gather here! Let sinned against, and sinning, Forget their strife's beginning, And join in friendship now Be links no longer broken; Be sweet forgiveness spoken Under the holly bough.
Page 113 - I'll bid higher and higher," Said Crime, with wolfish grin; "For I love to lead the children Through the pleasant paths of sin. They shall swarm in the streets to pilfer, They shall plague the broad highway, Till they grow too old for pity And ripe for the law to slay.
Page 112 - We bid," said Pest and Famine, " We bid for life and limb ; Fever, and pain, and squalor Their bright young eyes shall dim. When the children grow too many, We'll nurse them as our own, And hide them in secret places, Where none may hear their moan.
Page 115 - ... and policemen Shall be fathers to the young. I and the Law, for pastime, Shall struggle day and night; And the Law shall gain, but I shall win, And we'll still renew the fight: And ever and aye we'll wrestle, Till Law grow sick and sad, And kill in its desperation The incorrigibly bad.
Page 58 - You should have crushed me into death : But here I swear with living breath. That for this wrong which you have done, I 'll wreak my vengeance on your son " On him, and you, and all your race !" He said, and bounding from his place, He seized the child with sudden hold A smiling infant three years old. And, starting like a hunted stag, He scaled the rock, he clomb the crag, And reached o'er many a wide abyss The beetling seaward precipice.
Page 239 - And Adah bare Jabal: he was the father of such as dwell in tents, and of such as have cattle. And his brother's name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and organ.
Page 114 - Give me the little children, Ye good, ye rich, ye wise. And let the busy world spin round While ye shut your idle eyes; And your judges shall have work, And your lawyers wag the tongue, And the gaolers and policemen Shall be fathers to the young.
Page 70 - WHAT is the meaning of the song That rings so clear and loud, Thou nightingale amid the copse, Thou lark above the cloud? What says thy song, thou joyous thrush, Up in the walnut tree?