A Book of British and American VerseHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson Doubleday, Page, 1922 - Всего страниц: 1908 |
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... hand , Thou shalt have the better cloth . " Robin did [ off ] his gown of green , [ On ] Sir Guy he did it throw ; And he put on that capul hide That clad him top to toe . 180 " Thy bow , thy arrows , and little horn 102 Little ...
... hand , Thou shalt have the better cloth . " Robin did [ off ] his gown of green , [ On ] Sir Guy he did it throw ; And he put on that capul hide That clad him top to toe . 180 " Thy bow , thy arrows , and little horn 102 Little ...
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... hand and foot , And gave him Sir Guy's bow in his hand , And bade it be his boot . 225 But John took Guy's bow in his hand , His arrows were rawstye by the root ; The sheriff saw Little John draw a bow And fettle him to shoot : 230 ...
... hand and foot , And gave him Sir Guy's bow in his hand , And bade it be his boot . 225 But John took Guy's bow in his hand , His arrows were rawstye by the root ; The sheriff saw Little John draw a bow And fettle him to shoot : 230 ...
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Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson. " My hands are tied , but my tongue is free , And whae will dare this ... hand , That an English lord should lightly me ! 20 25 30 35 40 " And have they ta'en him , Kinmont Willie , 106 ...
Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson. " My hands are tied , but my tongue is free , And whae will dare this ... hand , That an English lord should lightly me ! 20 25 30 35 40 " And have they ta'en him , Kinmont Willie , 106 ...
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... hand full nigh ; 40 He was ' ware o ' the doughty Douglas coming , With him a mighty meany ; Both with spear , bill , and brand ; It was a mighty sight to see ; Hardier men , both of heart nor hand , Were 114 Little Masterpieces of ...
... hand full nigh ; 40 He was ' ware o ' the doughty Douglas coming , With him a mighty meany ; Both with spear , bill , and brand ; It was a mighty sight to see ; Hardier men , both of heart nor hand , Were 114 Little Masterpieces of ...
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... , Richard Witherington was his name ; " It shall never be told in South England , " he says , " To King Harry the Fourth for shame . 85 90 Hardier men , both of heart nor hand , Were 116 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... , Richard Witherington was his name ; " It shall never be told in South England , " he says , " To King Harry the Fourth for shame . 85 90 Hardier men , both of heart nor hand , Were 116 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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Стр. 104 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Стр. 194 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 198 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 234 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 96 - I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Стр. 202 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 293 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Стр. 228 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and...
Стр. 216 - Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
Стр. 165 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.