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... Wordsworth 25 · Cowper 135 Shakspeare 119 119 • 124 · Burns 93 Wordsworth 23 Mary Howitt · 2 Early Rising of the Skylark 139-159 Thomson : Milton : Hood • 66 66 Skylark : - PAGE Abode Song of the Skylark . xii CONTENTS .
... Wordsworth 25 · Cowper 135 Shakspeare 119 119 • 124 · Burns 93 Wordsworth 23 Mary Howitt · 2 Early Rising of the Skylark 139-159 Thomson : Milton : Hood • 66 66 Skylark : - PAGE Abode Song of the Skylark . xii CONTENTS .
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... Rise fast along the sky . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more loud , From underneath that rolling cloud , Is heard the trumpet's war - note proud , The trampling , and the hum . And ...
... Rise fast along the sky . And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more loud , From underneath that rolling cloud , Is heard the trumpet's war - note proud , The trampling , and the hum . And ...
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... rise no more . Then , touched with pity and remorse , He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse : - " I little thought , when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine , That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs , my ...
... rise no more . Then , touched with pity and remorse , He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse : - " I little thought , when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine , That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs , my ...
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... rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveillie . Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , Think ...
... rising sun , Bugles here shall sound reveillie . Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ! thy chase is done , Think ...
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... rising sun , and laid His hand on his impatient blade . Beneath a rock , his vassal's care Was prompt the ritual to prepare , With deep and deathful meaning fraught ; For such Antiquity had taught Was preface meet , ere yet abroad The ...
... rising sun , and laid His hand on his impatient blade . Beneath a rock , his vassal's care Was prompt the ritual to prepare , With deep and deathful meaning fraught ; For such Antiquity had taught Was preface meet , ere yet abroad The ...
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Page 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Page 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.