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Adown amid answer'd arms Arvalan Behold beneath blessed blood breath bright Carmala Coimbra columnal rock created kind cried Curse Damsel dear death deep delight doth dreadful earth Ereenia exclaim'd Father fear feel fire fix'd flame funeral gale gleam Goervyl Goth hand hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hodeirah's hope hour immortal Inchcape Rock Kailyal Kehama King Ladurlad light little boat look'd Lord Madoc Maid morn mountain night o'er Ocean Orelio Padalon pass'd Pelayo poem prayer quoth reach'd rock Roderick round sail sand seem'd shore sight silent Siverian song soul sound Southey Southey's Spain spake spirit spread stood stream sudden sway sweet swell Swerga sword tears Thalaba thee thine thou hast thought turn'd vengeance victim band vision of delight voice Walter Savage Landor waters waves ween Westbury wild wilt wind wings Witiza wonder wretched Yamen youth
Strana 55 - And often when I go to plough. The ploughshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, " Were slain in that great victory ! " " Now, tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war, And what they killed each other for."
Strana 2 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead, with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
Strana 54 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Strana 75 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Strana 11 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving...
Strana 11 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among ; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound ; Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in ; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Strana 66 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all. " I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he, " And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times forlorn, Of rats, that only consume the corn.