English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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Strana 26
... , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He called so loud , that all the hollow deep Of hell resounded ! * * * They heard , and were abashed , and up they sprung Upon the wing ; as when men wont to watch 26.
... , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He called so loud , that all the hollow deep Of hell resounded ! * * * They heard , and were abashed , and up they sprung Upon the wing ; as when men wont to watch 26.
Strana 27
... Semblance of worth , not substance , gently raised Their fainting courage , and dispelled their fears . Then straight commands , that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be upreared His mighty standard 27.
... Semblance of worth , not substance , gently raised Their fainting courage , and dispelled their fears . Then straight commands , that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and clarions be upreared His mighty standard 27.
Strana 28
English poetry William John Conybeare. Of trumpets loud and clarions be upreared His mighty standard : that proud honour claimed Azazel as his right , a cherub tall ; Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. Of trumpets loud and clarions be upreared His mighty standard : that proud honour claimed Azazel as his right , a cherub tall ; Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ...
Strana 42
... loud mirth Was rife , and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find . What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory , Of calling shapes , and beckoning shadows dire , And aery ...
... loud mirth Was rife , and perfect in my listening ear ; Yet nought but single darkness do I find . What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory , Of calling shapes , and beckoning shadows dire , And aery ...
Strana 46
... loud - roared applause , As man was slaughtered by his fellow man . And wherefore slaughtered ? wherefore , but because Such were the bloody Circus ' genial laws , And the imperial pleasure . Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall ...
... loud - roared applause , As man was slaughtered by his fellow man . And wherefore slaughtered ? wherefore , but because Such were the bloody Circus ' genial laws , And the imperial pleasure . Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall ...
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alwaye angel art thou Athens behold believe that Thou bless blood boat falls rapidly Brak breath brest bright Canaan cloud COMUS dark dear death deep delight didst doth dread dreams earth ENGLISH POETRY fain fair faithful falls rapidly Adown fayre fear flower gold green grove hand Hark HARP hath hear heart heaven hell hill hire holy KEBLE knocking Lady Lady Macbeth last embrace light little boat falls LIVERPOOL Lord loud Macb Macbeth MATTHEW'S DAY Methought moche moon moonlight mountain murmur night nought numbers o'er pale PARADISE REGAINED PIEMONT plaste pourè preest rock Rome round Sail Seint serene shade shadows shine shuld sight silent sleep song soul star stood stream sweet swiche Thalaba thee thence ther thine things Thou art thought tower trewely unto vale wake watch waves WESTMINSTER BRIDGE whan Wilt thou go wind wing wolde wyll
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Strana 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Strana 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Strana 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Strana 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Strana 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Strana 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Strana 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Strana 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Strana 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Strana 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...