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Alfred Tennyson arms banner battle BATTLE OF IVRY bells Bingen bishop bishop of Hereford blessed blood bold Robin Hood Bonnie Dundee brave breast breath Bret Harte brow Brutus Caesar cheer cried crown Cusha dark dead death earth Eldormen and Thanes Extracts eyes face fall fame fathers fell fight forever friends galloped glory hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills honor Horatius Hurrah Jean Ingelow King Edwin land Lars Porsena liberty light Little John live Lochinvar looked Lord morn never night noble Norman o'er once praise proud Rhine roar Robin Hood Rome rose round Samian wine shore shout sing slaves sleep smile soldier song soul sound spake speak stand steed stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine Thomas Babington Macaulay thou to-day turned uppe voice wave William Shakespeare words
Page 262 - VIRTUE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in the grave, And thou must die.
Page 146 - furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave' And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet, The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath
Page 273 - pantaloon, 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 towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all That ends this
Page 256 - O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At "the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. THE
Page 226 - hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that! What tho' on homely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
Page 328 - JENNY KISSED ME. LEIGH HUNT. JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add Jenny kissed me!
Page 224 - THE WAY TO HEAVEN. JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. HEAVEN is not gained at a single bound; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. I count this thing to be grandly true, That a noble deed is a step towards
Page 193 - OUR ACTS OUR ANGELS ARE. JOHN FLETCHER. MAN is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. THE
Page 64 - corpse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, 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