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... see at break of day The solitary child . No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! Cowper . You yet may spy the fawn at play , The 3 Lucy Gray; or Solitude.
... see at break of day The solitary child . No mate , no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor , The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! Cowper . You yet may spy the fawn at play , The 3 Lucy Gray; or Solitude.
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... knew the gulf between . Malignant fate sat by and smiled , The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She tumbled headlong in ! 600083078W reach , r's voice , ce more , he On a Favorite Cat drowned in a tub gold fishes The Village ...
... knew the gulf between . Malignant fate sat by and smiled , The slippery verge her feet beguiled ; She tumbled headlong in ! 600083078W reach , r's voice , ce more , he On a Favorite Cat drowned in a tub gold fishes The Village ...
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... knew Some one had blunder'd . Theirs not to make reply , Theirs not to reason why , Theirs but to do and die . Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . Cannon to right of them , Cannon to left of them , Cannon in front of them ...
... knew Some one had blunder'd . Theirs not to make reply , Theirs not to reason why , Theirs but to do and die . Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . Cannon to right of them , Cannon to left of them , Cannon in front of them ...
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... knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . 66 ' Speak , father ! " once again he cried , 66 If I may yet be gone ! " And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath ...
... knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son . 66 ' Speak , father ! " once again he cried , 66 If I may yet be gone ! " And but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath ...
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... knew his vessel With that vain storm could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her , And doomed ourselves to slaughter , How gaily he fought her , And through the hubbub brought her , And , as the tempest caught her , Cried , " George ...
... knew his vessel With that vain storm could wrestle ; And when a wreck we thought her , And doomed ourselves to slaughter , How gaily he fought her , And through the hubbub brought her , And , as the tempest caught her , Cried , " George ...
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The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E. C. Lowe Edward Clarke LOWE Visos knygos peržiūra - 1868 |
The Young Englishman's First Poetry Book, Compiled by E.C. Lowe Edward Clarke Lowe Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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66 Straight a'that BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beneath bird blood brave bright captain cheer Cheviot child churchyard cried Crooked Lane dark dead dear death Dora double dungeon doughty Douglas dread dungeon eyes fair faithful father flew foreign bands gallant Gelert gentle Gilpin gone grave green grew grey plover hand hear heard heart heaven John Anderson John Barleycorn king knew land light Llewellyn's look look'd Lord Percy merry mighty moonlight play morn mother ne'er Netherby never night Northumberland o'er poor dog Tray pride queen's old courtier quoth raven river Dee rode round the Square Sally Brown Scotland seem'd side sigh sight sing slain smile song sorrow soul storm sweet sword tear tell thee There's things thou thought thousand tree Trelawny Twas voice wave weep WHITE SQUALL wild wind wings word Wordsworth Wykeham's young Lochinvar
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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.