The boy's book of poetry, selections from Engl. and Amer. authors1884 |
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200 Illustrations A B C ALPHABET AUNT FANNY'S Bacchus battle BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beautifully Illustrated BEETON'S bevelled boards brave breath Bret Harte brow Burns Chats about Animals Children cloth gilt Coloured Frontispiece Coloured Illustrations Coloured Pictures Coloured Plates cried dead death Demy 8vo dinner plain drum DULCKEN England Engravings eyes fair false king Fcap full-page gallant gazed Gelert gilt edges glory H. W. DULCKEN hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre hero hold in fee Honour Illus Imperial 16mo Inchcape Rock JAMES GREENWOOD John Burns JOHN TILLOTSON JULES VERNE land Little Susy's Llewelyn's Lochinvar LOCK look'd lord MERCIE SUNSHINE mighty monarch night Nursery Rhymes NURSERY STORIES o'er picture boards PICTURE BOOK PRETTY pride printed in Colours ROBIN royal Salisbury Square shore soul sound steed stood sweet tell thee thou Twas voice WARD warrior waves wild wind word young Lochinvar
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 37 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 57 - I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away.
Seite 105 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 38 - And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
Seite 99 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 105 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried : Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Seite 99 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine...
Seite 68 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous 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.
Seite 98 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Seite 117 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!