English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 11
Page
... Chase 8 21 The Home of Douglas 26 Ellen's Song 28 DRYDEN . Alexander's Feast 30 SHAKSPERE . Ariel's Song 33 M Fairy Song 33 " Dirge 34 " / Hubert and Arthur 35 MACAULAY . Horatius 39 Songs of the Huguenots - 47 " 1 The Armada 51 GRAY ...
... Chase 8 21 The Home of Douglas 26 Ellen's Song 28 DRYDEN . Alexander's Feast 30 SHAKSPERE . Ariel's Song 33 M Fairy Song 33 " Dirge 34 " / Hubert and Arthur 35 MACAULAY . Horatius 39 Songs of the Huguenots - 47 " 1 The Armada 51 GRAY ...
Page 2
... chase , Lay stretched upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest race , From Teviot - stone to Eskdale - moor . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires of ...
... chase , Lay stretched upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest race , From Teviot - stone to Eskdale - moor . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Branksome Hall ; Nine - and - twenty squires of ...
Page 21
... CHASE . THE stag at eve had drunk his fill , Where danced the moon on Monan's rill , And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep ...
... CHASE . THE stag at eve had drunk his fill , Where danced the moon on Monan's rill , And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; But , when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head , The deep ...
Page 22
... chase drew nigh ; Then , as the headmost foes appear'd , With one brave bound the copse he clear'd , And , stretching forward free and far , Sought the wild heaths of Uam - Var . Yell'd on the view the opening pack ; Rock , glen , and ...
... chase drew nigh ; Then , as the headmost foes appear'd , With one brave bound the copse he clear'd , And , stretching forward free and far , Sought the wild heaths of Uam - Var . Yell'd on the view the opening pack ; Rock , glen , and ...
Page 23
... chase . ' T were long to tell what steeds gave o'er , As swept the hunt through Cambus - more ; What reins were tighten'd in despair , When rose Benledi's ridge in air ; Who flagg'd upon Bochastle's heath , Who shunn'd to stem the ...
... chase . ' T were long to tell what steeds gave o'er , As swept the hunt through Cambus - more ; What reins were tighten'd in despair , When rose Benledi's ridge in air ; Who flagg'd upon Bochastle's heath , Who shunn'd to stem the ...
Common terms and phrases
amain arms array Arth battle beneath BISHOP KEN Blount Branksome Branksome Hall brave breath bright brow cease from troubling chase cheer Clare Clusium crest cried dark dead deep DIES irę dread dust earth England's Eustace eyes fair Father fierce fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant glory grave hall hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly host helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill Holy Horatius horse host Hubert HYMN Janiculum King Lars Porsena Lartius light little prince lonely look Lord Marmion loud Mayenne Moncontour morn mountain ne'er Netherby never night o'er plain Praise rein rest rill rode rose Saint SCOTT SHAKSPERE shore shout sigh sing Skiddaw slain sleep smile song soul sound spears spirit squire stag steed tear thee thine Thou art gone Tiber toil tower voice wake weep wicked cease young Lochinvar
Popular passages
Page 30 - Changed his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good! ~By too severe a fate, Fallen! fallen! fallen! fallen! Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood!
Page 6 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Page 57 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 59 - E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 1 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Page 70 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 70 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 57 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 61 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 6 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.