The boy's book of poetry, selections from Engl. and Amer. authors1884 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 23 találatból.
10. oldal
... thought From every chainless wind . There , in the shadow of old Time , The halls beneath thee lie , Which poured forth to the fields of yore Our England's chivalry . How bravely and how solemnly They stand , midst oak and yew ! Whence ...
... thought From every chainless wind . There , in the shadow of old Time , The halls beneath thee lie , Which poured forth to the fields of yore Our England's chivalry . How bravely and how solemnly They stand , midst oak and yew ! Whence ...
13. oldal
... thought to slay him where he stood , ' Tis pity of him , too , " he cried ; " Bold can he speak , and fairly ride , I warrant him a warrior tried . " Scott . THE HERITAGE . HE rich man's son inherits lands , BOY'S BOOK OF POETRY . 13.
... thought to slay him where he stood , ' Tis pity of him , too , " he cried ; " Bold can he speak , and fairly ride , I warrant him a warrior tried . " Scott . THE HERITAGE . HE rich man's son inherits lands , BOY'S BOOK OF POETRY . 13.
22. oldal
... thought it turned The milk that fell , in a babbling flood Into the milk - pail , red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of bees Were bullets buzzing among the trees . But all such fanciful thoughts as these Were strange to a ...
... thought it turned The milk that fell , in a babbling flood Into the milk - pail , red as blood ! Or how he fancied the hum of bees Were bullets buzzing among the trees . But all such fanciful thoughts as these Were strange to a ...
31. oldal
... thought , " The Count , my lover , is brave as brave can be : He surely would do wondrous things , to show his love of me ! King , ladies , lovers , all look on - the occasion is divine , I'll drop my glove to prove his love - great ...
... thought , " The Count , my lover , is brave as brave can be : He surely would do wondrous things , to show his love of me ! King , ladies , lovers , all look on - the occasion is divine , I'll drop my glove to prove his love - great ...
35. oldal
... thought On the deed of blood by his base hand wrought ; Pale , with a brave heart's generous fear , When forced a tale of shame to hear . ' Twas a coward whiteness then did chase The glow of shame from the false king's face ; And he ...
... thought On the deed of blood by his base hand wrought ; Pale , with a brave heart's generous fear , When forced a tale of shame to hear . ' Twas a coward whiteness then did chase The glow of shame from the false king's face ; And he ...
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35. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
55. oldal - I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
103. oldal - 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.
36. oldal - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
97. oldal - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
103. oldal - 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.
97. oldal - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine...
66. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
96. oldal - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
115. oldal - War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!