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BROWN WILLIAM This ballad was written in consequence of the execution of William Christian, generally called William Donn, or Brown William, from the darkness of his complexion, who was shot at Hango Hill, near Castletown, in the Isle of Man, shortly after the Restoration, for alleged treason to the Derby family, who long possessed the sovereignty of Man. . . . The ballad of “Brown William,” which...
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A CHANNEL PASSAGE 1855Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas whence only the sun was gone:Soft and sweet as the sky they smiled, and bade man welcome: a dim sweet hourGleamed and whispered in wind and sea, and heaven was fair as a field in flower.Stars fulfilled the desire of the darkling world as with music: the starbright...
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KING DIDERIK AND THE LION’S FIGHT WITH THE DRAGON From Bern rode forth King Diderik, A stately warrior form;Engaged in fray he found in the way A lion and laidly worm. They fought for a day, they fought for two, But ere the third was flown,The worm outfought the beast, and brought To earth the lion down. Then cried the lion in his need When he the warrior saw:“O aid me quick,...
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KING HACON’S DEATH And now has happened in our day What was in ancient time foretold:Beneath his hand all Norroway’s land Has Hacon brought, the wise and bold. Full many a warrior summons he From all the country far and near;To Scotland’s realm, with shield and helm, Across the sea the King will steer. As many as sword and helm can bear With him must sail across the foam;All...
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Timbuctoo A POEMWHICH OBTAINEDTHE CHANCELLOR'S MEDALAT THE Cambridge Commencement MDCCCXXIX BYA. TENNYSON Of Trinity College [Printed in Cambridge Chronicle and Journal of Friday, July 10, 1829, and at the University Press by James Smith, among the Prolusiones Academicæ Præmiis annuis dignatæ et in Curia Cantabrigiensi Recitatæ Comitiis Maximis, MDCCCXXIX. Republished in Cambridge Prize Poems,...
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Edmund Goldsmid
When raging Love, with fierce assault, Strikes at fair Beauties gate,What army hath she to resist And keepe her court and state? She calleth first on Chastitie To lende her help in time;And Prudence no lesse summons shee To meet her foe so trim. And female Courage she alwaye Doth bring unto the walle,To blowe the trump in her dismaye, Fearing her fort may falle. On force of wordes she...
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INTRODUCTION LIFE OF BROWNING Robert Browning was born in Camberwell, London, May 7, 1812. He was contemporary with Tennyson, Dickens, Thackeray, Lowell, Emerson, Hawthorne, Darwin, Spencer, Huxley, Dumas, Hugo, Mendelssohn, Wagner, and a score of other men famous in art and science. Browning's good fortune began with his birth. His father, a clerk in the Bank of England, possessed ample means for...
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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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IN THE SEVEN WOODS. I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile Tara uprooted, and new commonness Upon the throne and crying about the streets And hanging its paper flowers from post to post, Because it is alone of all things...
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MOLLIE CHARANE “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?” Lone, lone you have left me here.“O not in the curragh, deep under the mould.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer. “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?” Lone, lone you have left me here.“O not in the curragh from under a block.” Lone, lone, and void of cheer. “O, Mollie Charane, where got you your...
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