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... Hope .. 494 GEORGE GORDON BYRON ( 1788-1824 ) : ROBERT SOUTHEY ( 1774-1843 ) : He who hath bent him o'er the dead The Battle of Blenheim .. 495 ( From the Giaour ) ............ . 508 The Well of St. Keyne . 495 The Destruction of ...
... Hope .. 494 GEORGE GORDON BYRON ( 1788-1824 ) : ROBERT SOUTHEY ( 1774-1843 ) : He who hath bent him o'er the dead The Battle of Blenheim .. 495 ( From the Giaour ) ............ . 508 The Well of St. Keyne . 495 The Destruction of ...
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... hope of help once more . Not yet thou hast learned where leads the way To the lurking - hole of this hatcher of outrage . Seek , if thou dare , the dreaded spot ! Richly I pay thee for risking this fight , With heirlooms golden and ...
... hope of help once more . Not yet thou hast learned where leads the way To the lurking - hole of this hatcher of outrage . Seek , if thou dare , the dreaded spot ! Richly I pay thee for risking this fight , With heirlooms golden and ...
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... hope there was none of his home - returning With victory crowned , to revisit his lord . 1601 Most of them feared he had fallen prey To the mere - wolf dread in the depths of the sea . When evening came , the Scyldings all Forsook the ...
... hope there was none of his home - returning With victory crowned , to revisit his lord . 1601 Most of them feared he had fallen prey To the mere - wolf dread in the depths of the sea . When evening came , the Scyldings all Forsook the ...
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... hope was there To come at the hoard in the cavern's depth , Unscathed by the blast of the scorching dragon . He let from his breast his battle - cry leap , Swoln with rage was the royal Jute , Stormed the stout - heart ; strong and ...
... hope was there To come at the hoard in the cavern's depth , Unscathed by the blast of the scorching dragon . He let from his breast his battle - cry leap , Swoln with rage was the royal Jute , Stormed the stout - heart ; strong and ...
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... hope : 2690 Do thy best now , dearest Beowulf , 2695 Years ago , in youth , thou vowedst Living , ne'er to lose thine honor , Shield thy life and show thy valor . I stand by thee to the end ! " After these words the worm came on ...
... hope : 2690 Do thy best now , dearest Beowulf , 2695 Years ago , in youth , thou vowedst Living , ne'er to lose thine honor , Shield thy life and show thy valor . I stand by thee to the end ! " After these words the worm came on ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Page 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 483 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Page 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Page 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped 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.
Page 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...