Macmillan's Reading Books: (Standard IV), Libro 4Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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Macmillan's Reading Books: Book Vi (Classic Reprint) Macmillan and Company Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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answered armour army Ballengiech barons battle beautiful began beneath Beornred blow brave bright brother Bruce Brutus Calais called Carthaginians Cassius castle Chevy Chace child Claverhouse cried dead death dogs doth drew dwarf E. A. FREEMAN Earl Douglas Earl Percy Edward enemies England English father fell fight fire fled flowers friends gallant Halbert hand hath head heard heart heaven hill honour horse Jean de Vienne killed King Æthelstan King Robert knew land looked Lord lovely MICHAEL DRAYTON Morbecque mountain never night noble o'er Offa OLIVER GOLDSMITH palace plain poor pray Prince prisoners racter Regulus reign Rigan Robert the Bruce Roman round ROXBURGH CASTLE royal Saint Cuthbert scorn Scotland Scots Scottish sent Shag shining side slain slave snow soldiers spake stood storm stout sword thee thine thou tree unto victory Wærmund Walter Manny wind Winfrith wolves wood
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Página 14 - the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. . . " Come hither! come hither ! my little daughter And do not
Página 28 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurper low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do, or die!
Página 124 - Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand 1 Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And
Página 67 - THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry. And taking many a fort, Furnish'd in warlike sort, Marcheth towards Agincourt In happy hour;
Página 96 - There are twenty of Eoslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold, But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle 1 And each St. Clair was buried there With candle, with book, and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely
Página 28 - BRUCE TO HIS ARMY. SCOTS, wha hae* wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led; Welcome to your gory bed Or to victory! Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the front of battle lower; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slavery! Wha would be a traitor knave ? Wha would fill a coward's grave ? Wha
Página 125 - I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten and alone, The Bard may draw his parting groan. SCOTT.
Página 162 - spread the truth from pole to pole. What, though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball! What, though no real voice nor sound, Amid their radiant orbs be found! In Reason's
Página 95 - O'er Eoslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Eoslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden. Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Where
Página 94 - thee in Castle Eavensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " The blackening wave is edged with white; To inch and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh. " Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in