The Violet Speaker: Selected Verse for GirlsMcLoughlin, 1906 - 192 strán (strany) |
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Art thou Ballinderry bell bird bless Boatman of Kinsale bonnet bright Carlisle wall CHARLES KINGSLEY CHARLES MACKAY cheek cold cried darling door doth dreams Elfin-Mere ELIZA COOK EUGENE FIELD eyes fair on Carlisle fairy lore farewell fear flower of fairy friar gold green things growing Gretchen grey friar Gwenwynwyn hair hand happy heard heart heaven JULIET kissed light Lochinvar looked lord lover MARY HOWITT morning mother mournfully Nautilus ne'er Netherby never night o'er Ochone old arm chair old familiar faces old gowns philosopher's stone Red Riding Hood river river Dee ROMEO rose round sail SAMUEL LOVER sigh sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile solitude of Binnorie song soul stay steed stone stood sun shines fair sweet tear tell thee There's thine thought Twas violets waters weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind word as fail
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Strana 165 - The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Strana 148 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Strana 148 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 178 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Strana 147 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Strana 177 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Strana 81 - The blackening wave is edged with white ; To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the water-sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. " Last night the gifted seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay ; Then stay thee, fair, in Ravensheuch : Why cross the gloomy firth to-day...
Strana 150 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Strana 109 - Twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar ! ' One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall door ; and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,