Original Ballads by Living Authors, 1850Henry Thompson J. Masters, 1850 - 256 strán (strany) |
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ALDERSGATE STREET Anaxander ARCHBISHOP OF PARIS Aristomenes art thou ballad banner bend beneath Bessie Bell blessed blood bold Braithwell brave breast brow child crown dame dark dead death Dorian lord doth dwell E. A. FREEMAN E'en England's fair faith father fear fight Frocester gallant gaze gleaming glorious glory grace grey hall hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy hour Hurrah JOSEPH MASTERS King knee kneel lady land Lathom light lips looked LORD lordly maid maiden Medes neath never o'er pale passed pray prayer pride pursuivant Queen rest ride round royal rushing Saint Saint Chad shade shield shine shout sight sir knight slain sleep smile song soul Spartan spear spirit stand stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou tree Twas unto voice wave weary ween weep wild word young youth
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Strana 200 - Then come with me to his house. We must find him, though it is so early ! " It was now four, and the Clerk of the Crown lived in Chancery Lane. There was no hackney coach, and they almost ran. The Clerk of the Crown had a country house, and meaning to have a long holiday, he was at that moment .stepping into his gig, to go to his villa. Astonished at the visit of the Under-Secretary at such an hour, he was still more so at his business.
Strana 200 - It struck him that he had had no return to his order to send the reprieve; and he searched the minutes, but could not find it. In alarm he went to the house of the chief clerk, who lived in Downing Street; knocked him up (it was then long past three), and asked him if he knew any thing of the reprieve being sent. In greater alarm, the chief clerk could not remember. ' You are scarcely awake,' said Sir Evan; 'collect yourself; it must have been sent.
Strana 13 - For ever and for ever, In bliss that passeth song, The spirits of the blessed Lead the fair hours along. Theirs is no gloomy midnight, Theirs is no noon-tide blaze ; But the Sun-God, ever shining, Glads them with gentle rays. No winter binds their rivers, No summer blasts their fields, But one fair spring for ever Each choicest floweret yields. Not such as here we gather, Which wither and which fade, But gleaming rich with golden light, In groves of sacred shade. Beneath their feet, like velvet,...
Strana 227 - Through the air rings shout and outcry — through the streets a red tide pours, — To the booming of the cannon the ancient city roars : For wilder than the tempest is human passion's strife, And deadlier than the elements the waste of human life : No breathing time for pity ; 'tis the long stern tug of might: The war of poor against the rich, and both against the right : Each street and lane the artillery sweeps, — the rifle enfilades, — With stone and bar, with beam and spar, they pile the...
Strana 229 - One moment's lull of firing, and near and nearer goes That candidate for martyrdom to the midmost of his foes ; And on he went, with love unspent, toward the rifled line, As calm in faith, in sight of death, as in his Church's shrine : And the war closed deadlier round him, and more savage rose the cheer, And the bullets whistled past him, but still he knew no fear : And calmer grew his visage, and brighter grew his eye, He could not save his people, for his people he could die : And, following in...
Strana 170 - But that which chiefly broke The death his peace, was the death of his daughter Claypole ; we who had been always his greatest joy, and who, in her sickness, which was of a nature the physicians knew not how to deal with, had several conferences with him, which exceedingly perplexed him. Though nobody was near enough to hear the particulars, yet her often mentioning, in the pains she endured, the blood her father had spilt, made people conclude, that she had presented his worst BOOK actions to his...
Strana 229 - Who come towards the barricade with steady steps and slow? With prayers and tears, and blessings to aid them as they go ? Among the armed no armour the little cohort boasts, Their leader is their Prelate, their trust the Lord of Hosts. And the brave Archbishop tells them in voice most sweet and deep How the Good Shepherd layeth down His life to save the sheep ; How some short years of grief and tears were no great price to give, That peace might come from discord and bid these rebels live : Rebels...
Strana 200 - The reprieve is locked up in my desk!" It was brought. Sir Evan sent to the Post Office for the trustiest and fleetest express, and the reprieve reached York at the moment the unhappy people were ascending the cart.
Strana 10 - AWAKE, ye sons of Marathon, Day yokes her golden car; Her milk-white steeds are chasing The gloom of Night afar. The rosy-fingered Morning Hath lit the dark-blue wave, And pours her gentle brightness Upon the heroes...
Strana 228 - Barriere du Trone !" And out and forth, east, west, and north, the hurrying chiefs advance, To combat with the combatants, and to die, if needs, for France. Who come towards the barricade with steady steps and slow, With prayers and tears, and blessings to aid them as they go ? Among the armed no armour the little cohort boasts, Their leader is their Prelate, their trust the Lord of Hosts ? And the brave Archbishop tells them in voice most sweet and deep, How the Good Shepherd layeth down His life...