The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyD. Appleton, 1839 - 810 sidor |
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... side , - A friend more dreaded than the enemy , Scares my best servants with the assassin's sword . Soon must beleaguer'd Orleans fall . But now A truce to these sad thoughts ! We are not yet So utterly despoil'd but we can spread The ...
... side , - A friend more dreaded than the enemy , Scares my best servants with the assassin's sword . Soon must beleaguer'd Orleans fall . But now A truce to these sad thoughts ! We are not yet So utterly despoil'd but we can spread The ...
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... side the cub with pious rage , Assail'd the huntsman . Tremouille followed them , Proud of the favor of a Prince who seem'd Given up to vain delights ; conspicuous he In arms with azure and with gold anneal'd , Gaudily graceful , by no ...
... side the cub with pious rage , Assail'd the huntsman . Tremouille followed them , Proud of the favor of a Prince who seem'd Given up to vain delights ; conspicuous he In arms with azure and with gold anneal'd , Gaudily graceful , by no ...
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... side the martial Maiden pass'd , But there the war Raged fiercest where the martial Maiden moved A minister of wrath ; for thither throng'd The bravest champions of the adverse host . And on her either side two warriors stood Protecting ...
... side the martial Maiden pass'd , But there the war Raged fiercest where the martial Maiden moved A minister of wrath ; for thither throng'd The bravest champions of the adverse host . And on her either side two warriors stood Protecting ...
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... side , Beneath the arm upraised , in prompt return Pierced him : that instant Salisbury sped his sword , Which , glancing from her helm , fell on the folds That arm'd her neck , and making there its way , Stain'd with her blood its edge ...
... side , Beneath the arm upraised , in prompt return Pierced him : that instant Salisbury sped his sword , Which , glancing from her helm , fell on the folds That arm'd her neck , and making there its way , Stain'd with her blood its edge ...
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... side exposed . The unfaithful arms Yield to the strong - driven edge ; the blood streams down Their batter'd mail . With swift eye Conrade mark'd The lifted buckler , and beneath impell'd His battle - axe ; that instant on his helm The ...
... side exposed . The unfaithful arms Yield to the strong - driven edge ; the blood streams down Their batter'd mail . With swift eye Conrade mark'd The lifted buckler , and beneath impell'd His battle - axe ; that instant on his helm The ...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume Robert Southey Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1866 |
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Sida 176 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Sida 462 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung.
Sida 223 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Sida 466 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Sida 445 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
Sida 462 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Sida 153 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Sida 216 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Sida 74 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.
Sida 129 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.