The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 páginas |
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... Thou seest me His strong holds taken , and his bravest Chiefs " Here then , " rejoin'd the King , ". Worn out and faint with that day's dangerous toil , My deep wounds bleeding , vainly with weak hand I check'd the powerless rein . Nor ...
... Thou seest me His strong holds taken , and his bravest Chiefs " Here then , " rejoin'd the King , ". Worn out and faint with that day's dangerous toil , My deep wounds bleeding , vainly with weak hand I check'd the powerless rein . Nor ...
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... thou wert happy ! thou hadst lived Blessing and blest , if I had never stray'd , Needlessly rigid , from my peaceful path . And thou hast left thine home then , and obey'd The feverish fancies of an ardent brain ! And hast thou left him ...
... thou wert happy ! thou hadst lived Blessing and blest , if I had never stray'd , Needlessly rigid , from my peaceful path . And thou hast left thine home then , and obey'd The feverish fancies of an ardent brain ! And hast thou left him ...
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... Thou wilt serve , Like me , the worthless Court , and having served , In the hour of ill abandon'd , thou wilt curse The duty that deluded . Of the world Fatigued , and loathing at my fellow - men , I shall be seen no more . There is a ...
... Thou wilt serve , Like me , the worthless Court , and having served , In the hour of ill abandon'd , thou wilt curse The duty that deluded . Of the world Fatigued , and loathing at my fellow - men , I shall be seen no more . There is a ...
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... Thou , Dunois , the chosen troops Marshal in speed , for early with the dawn We march to rescue Orleans from the foe . " Was plighted : my poor Francis ! " Here she. Yet conscious of his unrepented fault , With countenance flush'd , and ...
... Thou , Dunois , the chosen troops Marshal in speed , for early with the dawn We march to rescue Orleans from the foe . " Was plighted : my poor Francis ! " Here she. Yet conscious of his unrepented fault , With countenance flush'd , and ...
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... thou thy God of Terrors ; spurn the gifts | Then Conrade answered , " Father ! Heaven has To some great purpose . " Conrade ! " then she said , call'd Or mingled with the soldier's busy dreams , Or with. Then in the priest arose an ...
... thou thy God of Terrors ; spurn the gifts | Then Conrade answered , " Father ! Heaven has To some great purpose . " Conrade ! " then she said , call'd Or mingled with the soldier's busy dreams , Or with. Then in the priest arose an ...
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Página 176 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Página 462 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
Página 223 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 466 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 445 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
Página 462 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 153 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Página 216 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Página 74 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
Página 129 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.