One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say , thou hast got the day , Our battel shall be at an end . " Then , unto the bank he did presently wade , And pulld himself out by a thorn ; Which done , at the last , he ...
... soul ; With thee I'll no longer contend ; For needs must I say , thou hast got the day , Our battel shall be at an end . " Then , unto the bank he did presently wade , And pulld himself out by a thorn ; Which done , at the last , he ...
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... soul with love . So she strove against her weakness , Tho ' at times her spirit sank : Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble ...
... soul with love . So she strove against her weakness , Tho ' at times her spirit sank : Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble ...
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... soul than hers . " Let Goody Martin rest in peace ; I never knew her harm a fly , And witch or not , God knows , —not I. " I know who swore her life away ; And , as God lives , I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them . " The ...
... soul than hers . " Let Goody Martin rest in peace ; I never knew her harm a fly , And witch or not , God knows , —not I. " I know who swore her life away ; And , as God lives , I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them . " The ...
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... The voice , the glance , the heart I sought , -give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light ; -be still 92 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
... The voice , the glance , the heart I sought , -give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light ; -be still 92 ONE HUNDRED NARRATIVE POEMS.
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... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside 2 were mad . 1. Calender . One who runs a calender , a ...
... souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were never folk so glad , The stones did rattle underneath , As if Cheapside 2 were mad . 1. Calender . One who runs a calender , a ...
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Página 210 - 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.
Página 72 - I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Página 302 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career. Battlement, and plank, and pier Rushed headlong to the sea. LVI I. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; . - . Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars...
Página 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Página 47 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached 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,
Página 199 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Página 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Página 74 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Página 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.