Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368 sider |
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Side 86
... steed , and trump and drum , and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across Saint André's plain , With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne . Now by the lips of those ye love , fair 86 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
... steed , and trump and drum , and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across Saint André's plain , With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne . Now by the lips of those ye love , fair 86 CHOICE ENGLISH LYRICS .
Side 102
... steed , to battle driven ; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainèd snow , And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . ' Tis ...
... steed , to battle driven ; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainèd snow , And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . ' Tis ...
Side 104
... steed with care , in the harness he did wear , Toll slowly . Past the court and through the doors , across the rushes of the floors , But they goad him up the stair . Then from out her bower chambère , did the Duchess 104 CHOICE ENGLISH ...
... steed with care , in the harness he did wear , Toll slowly . Past the court and through the doors , across the rushes of the floors , But they goad him up the stair . Then from out her bower chambère , did the Duchess 104 CHOICE ENGLISH ...
Side 105
... steed from stall : Toll slowly . " He would ride as far , " quoth he , “ as for love and victory , Though he rides the castle wall . " And we fetch the steed from stall , up where never a hoof did fall Toll slowly . " Wifely prayer ...
... steed from stall : Toll slowly . " He would ride as far , " quoth he , “ as for love and victory , Though he rides the castle wall . " And we fetch the steed from stall , up where never a hoof did fall Toll slowly . " Wifely prayer ...
Side 106
... steed's rein she took , and his neck did kiss and stroke : Toll slowly . Soft he neighed to answer her , and then followed up the stair For the love of her sweet look : Oh , and steeply , steeply wound up the narrow 106 CHOICE ENGLISH ...
... steed's rein she took , and his neck did kiss and stroke : Toll slowly . Soft he neighed to answer her , and then followed up the stair For the love of her sweet look : Oh , and steeply , steeply wound up the narrow 106 CHOICE ENGLISH ...
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Side 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Side 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Side 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 186 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Side 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Side 102 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.