English Narrative PoemsClaude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn Macmillan, 1909 - 286 pages |
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... limb . His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength ; his mind was keen , Intense , and frugal , apt for all affairs , And in his shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men . Hence had he ...
... limb . His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength ; his mind was keen , Intense , and frugal , apt for all affairs , And in his shepherd's calling he was prompt And watchful more than ordinary men . Hence had he ...
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... limbs are bowed , though not with toil , But rusted with a vile repose , For they have been a dungeon's spoil , And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned , and barred forbidden fare ; But this was ...
... limbs are bowed , though not with toil , But rusted with a vile repose , For they have been a dungeon's spoil , And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned , and barred forbidden fare ; But this was ...
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... limbs its teeth remain , With marks that will not wear away Till I have done with this new day , Which now is painful to these eyes , Which have not seen the sun so rise For years I cannot count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy ...
... limbs its teeth remain , With marks that will not wear away Till I have done with this new day , Which now is painful to these eyes , Which have not seen the sun so rise For years I cannot count them o'er , I lost their long and heavy ...
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... Since man first pent his fellow - men Like brutes within an iron den ; But what were these to us or him ? These wasted not his heart or limb ; E 130 135 - - My brother's soul was of that mould Which THE PRISONER OF CHILLON 49.
... Since man first pent his fellow - men Like brutes within an iron den ; But what were these to us or him ? These wasted not his heart or limb ; E 130 135 - - My brother's soul was of that mould Which THE PRISONER OF CHILLON 49.
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... limbs at length . Are these the laurels and repose For which the nations strain their strength ? They laid him by a savage tree , In outworn nature's agony ; His wounds were stiff his limbs were stark- The heavy hour was chill and dark ...
... limbs at length . Are these the laurels and repose For which the nations strain their strength ? They laid him by a savage tree , In outworn nature's agony ; His wounds were stiff his limbs were stark- The heavy hour was chill and dark ...
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Page 87 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 20 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 216 - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Page 43 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 86 - 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.
Page 155 - Aix," — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 2 - To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 226 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word; "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
Page 19 - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...