Lyrics of life [selected poems].1866 |
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Strana 12
... Hold by the right , you double your might ; So , onward to Nottingham , fresh for the fight , song ? ( Cho . ) March we along , fifty - score strong , Great - hearted gentlemen , singing this song . GIVE A ROUSE . 13 K GIVE A ROUSE . 12 ...
... Hold by the right , you double your might ; So , onward to Nottingham , fresh for the fight , song ? ( Cho . ) March we along , fifty - score strong , Great - hearted gentlemen , singing this song . GIVE A ROUSE . 13 K GIVE A ROUSE . 12 ...
Strana 24
... holds , though no word Could I repeat now , if I tasked My powers forever , to a third Dear even as you are . Pass the rest Until I sank upon his breast . Over my head his arm he flung Against the world ; and scarce I felt COUNT GISMOND ...
... holds , though no word Could I repeat now , if I tasked My powers forever , to a third Dear even as you are . Pass the rest Until I sank upon his breast . Over my head his arm he flung Against the world ; and scarce I felt COUNT GISMOND ...
Strana 28
... hold your hand but as long as all may , Or so very little longer ! HOME THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD . O H , to be in England Now that April's there , And whoever wakes in England Sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the ...
... hold your hand but as long as all may , Or so very little longer ! HOME THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD . O H , to be in England Now that April's there , And whoever wakes in England Sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the ...
Strana 40
... NA Is she not pure gold , my mistress ? Holds earth aught , — speak truth , — above her ? Aught like this tress , see , and this tress , IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . And this last 40 LYRICS OF LIFE . FAME LOVE SONG.
... NA Is she not pure gold , my mistress ? Holds earth aught , — speak truth , — above her ? Aught like this tress , see , and this tress , IN CIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . And this last 40 LYRICS OF LIFE . FAME LOVE SONG.
Strana 41
... holds aught― speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . YOU know , we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound , Napoléon Stood ...
... holds aught― speak truth - above her ? Above this tress , and this I touch But cannot praise , I love so much ! INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP . YOU know , we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound , Napoléon Stood ...
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angel breast breathed broke brow caught cheek circle their rose Clement Marot COUNT GISMOND cried curls Dante dare darkness dead Dear death dropped earth Evelyn Hope eyes face Fano fear fifty-score strong flowers forever FRENCH CAMP friends furled galloped Give a rouse glove God's gold gray Great-hearted gentlemen grew Guido Reni hand head heart heaven Joris June King Charles LAST DUCHESS laugh light lips look Lorge Love me forever love's lute Madonnas Mayor morning neath never night o'er once PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN praise Rafael's Ratisbon rats ride rills Roland rose-tree round saddle sapphire side sing smile song soul speak speech star stept stirrup stood stoop stopped strange sure sweet thee Theocrite there's thine thou thousand guilders tress turned twilight twixt vermin voice Weser What's wonder word
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Strana 26 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service!
Strana 55 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!"— and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Strana 98 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Strana 35 - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
Strana 56 - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Strana 17 - E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is...
Strana 12 - KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing : And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Strana 41 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Strana 16 - That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra' Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra
Strana 33 - I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad, and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.