English Narrative PoemsClaude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn Macmillan, 1909 - 286 pages |
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... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stay'd , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
... morning came , the chaise was brought , But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door , lest all Should say that she was proud . So three doors off the chaise was stay'd , Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls , and all agog ...
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... morning she could see That all his hopes were gone . That day at noon She said to Luke , while they two by themselves Were sitting at the door , " Thou must not go : We have no other Child but thee to lose , None to remember do not go ...
... morning she could see That all his hopes were gone . That day at noon She said to Luke , while they two by themselves Were sitting at the door , " Thou must not go : We have no other Child but thee to lose , None to remember do not go ...
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... morning sun ; Behind I saw them , scarce a rood , At daybreak winding through the wood , And through the night had heard their feet Their stealing , rustling step repeat . Oh ! how I wish'd for spear or sword , At least to die amidst ...
... morning sun ; Behind I saw them , scarce a rood , At daybreak winding through the wood , And through the night had heard their feet Their stealing , rustling step repeat . Oh ! how I wish'd for spear or sword , At least to die amidst ...
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... well To trust , fair Madeline , to no rude infidel . XXXIX " Hark ! ' tis an elfin storm from faery land , Of haggard seeming , but a boon indeed : 340 Arise- ---- arise ! the morning is at hand : 100 ENGLISH NARRATIVE POEMS.
... well To trust , fair Madeline , to no rude infidel . XXXIX " Hark ! ' tis an elfin storm from faery land , Of haggard seeming , but a boon indeed : 340 Arise- ---- arise ! the morning is at hand : 100 ENGLISH NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... morning is at hand : The bloated wassailers will never heed : Let us away , my love , with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear , or eyes to see , Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love , and fearless be ...
... morning is at hand : The bloated wassailers will never heed : Let us away , my love , with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear , or eyes to see , Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love , and fearless be ...
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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...