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The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E. C. Lowe
Edward Clarke LOWE
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1868
a'that began beneath bird blow born brave bright cheer child cried dark dead dear death deep died door Dora dread England eyes face fair faithful father fell field flowers gone grave Gray green grew half hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hundred John kind king knew laid land Lane light live look Lord Mary meet mind morn mother ne'er never night o'er once Percy play poor pride rest round seen ship side sight sing smile song soon soul sound speak spirit storm Straight sweet tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand Till took tree turn Twas voice walls waves wild wind wings wish young
55 psl. - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
120 psl. - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
130 psl. - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
11 psl. - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
150 psl. - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee! "O for a soft and gentle wind!
51 psl. - Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race.
162 psl. - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
96 psl. - The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
114 psl. - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
50 psl. - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.