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THE BROTHER AVENGED I stood before my master’s board, The skinker’s office plying;The herald-men brought tidings then That my brother was murdered lying. I followed my lord unto his bed, By his dearest down he laid him;Then my courser out of the stall I led, And with saddle and bit arrayed him. I sprang upon my courser’s back, With the spur began to goad him;And ere I drew his...
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Charles Lamb
INTRODUCTION The earliest poem in this volume bears the date 1794, when Lamb was nineteen, the latest 1834, the year of his death; so that it covers an even longer period of his life than Vol. I.—the "Miscellaneous Prose." The chronological order which was strictly observed in that volume has been only partly observed in the following pages—since it seemed better to keep the plays together...
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Charles Rogers
INTRODUCTION TO The Modern Gaelic Minstrelsy. The suspicion which arose in regard to the authenticity of Ossian, subsequent to his appearance in the pages of Macpherson, has unjustly excited a misgiving respecting the entire poetry of the Gael. With reference to the elder poetry of the Highlands, it has now been established that at the period of the Reformation, the natives were engrossed with the lays...
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Leigh Hunt
ADVERTISEMENT.ThisPoem is the result of a sense of duty, which has taken the Author from quieter studies during a great public crisis. He obeyed the impulse with joy, because it took the shape of verse; but with more pain, on some accounts, than he chooses to express. However, he has done what he conceived himself bound to do; and if every zealous lover of his species were to express his feelings in...
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GRIMMER AND KAMPER Grimmer walks upon the floor, Well can Grimmer wield his sword:“Give to me fair Ingeborg, For the sake of Christ our Lord.” “Far too little art thou, lad, Thou about thee canst not hack;When thou comest ’mong other kemps, Ever do they drive thee back.” “Not so little, Sire, am I, I myself full well can guard;When I fight with kempions I Gallantly...
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Alun
Rhagymadrodd. Ganwyd John Blackwell (Alun) mewn bwthyn ger y Wyddgrug yn 1797. Un o Langwm oedd ei fam—gwraig ddarbodus a meddylgar; a dilynai ei mab hi i’r seiat a’r Ysgol Sul, gan hynodi ei hun fel dysgwr adnodau ac adroddwr emynau. Mwnwr call, dwys, distaw, oedd ei dad, a pheth gwaed Seisnig ynddo; cydymdeimlai yntau â’i fachgen. Yn unarddeg oed, heb addysg ysgol ond yn awyddus am...
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Walter Crane
In an old world garden dreaming,Where the flowers had human names,Methought, in fantastic seeming,They disported as squires and dames. Of old in Rosamond's Bower,With it's peacock hedges of yew,One could never find the flowerUnless one was given the clue;So take the key of the wicket,Who would follow my fancy free,By formal knot and clipt thicket,And smooth greensward so fair to see And while...
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Drake's Drum Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe.Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships, Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe,An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the...
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HERO AND LEANDER. Two editions of Hero and Leander appeared in 1598. The first edition, containing only Marlowe's portion of the poem, is entitled Hero and Leander. By Christopher Marloe. London, Printed by Adam Islip, for Edward Blunt. 1598. 4to. The title-page of the second edition, which contains the complete poem, is Hero and Leander: Begun by Christopher Marloe; and finished by George...
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Galloway Kyle
RECONCILIATION I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord; I can see, through a face that has faded, the face full of rest Of the earth, of the mother, my heart with her heart in accord, As I lie mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord. By the hand of a child I am led to the throne of the King For a touch that now...
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