Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394页 |
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... , And I stand looking on : You be two Earls , " quoth Witherington , “ And I a Squire alone . I'll do the best that do I may , While I have power . to stand . While I have power to wield my sword , I'll 16 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
... , And I stand looking on : You be two Earls , " quoth Witherington , “ And I a Squire alone . I'll do the best that do I may , While I have power . to stand . While I have power to wield my sword , I'll 16 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
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Henry Cabot Lodge. While I have power to wield my sword , I'll fight with heart and hand ! ” Our English archers bent ... swords of tempered steel , Till blood adown their cheeks like rain They trickling down did feel . " O yield thee ...
Henry Cabot Lodge. While I have power to wield my sword , I'll fight with heart and hand ! ” Our English archers bent ... swords of tempered steel , Till blood adown their cheeks like rain They trickling down did feel . " O yield thee ...
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... 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 Honor more . RICHARD LOVELACE . " 1 ROBERT HERRICK was born in London in 1591. He was a student at ...
... 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 Honor more . RICHARD LOVELACE . " 1 ROBERT HERRICK was born in London in 1591. He was a student at ...
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... sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before ; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays , And love thee more and more . MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . L'ALLEGRO . HENCE , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight ...
... sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before ; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays , And love thee more and more . MARQUIS OF MONTROSE . L'ALLEGRO . HENCE , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight ...
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... sword was in its sheath , His fingers held the pen , When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men . Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes . Her timbers yet are sound ...
... sword was in its sheath , His fingers held the pen , When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men . Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes . Her timbers yet are sound ...
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第40页 - 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.
第67页 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
第54页 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
第46页 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
第31页 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
第279页 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
第142页 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第116页 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
第42页 - 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.
第176页 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.