The Select Poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle Lyrics") |
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The Select Poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (Exclusive of the Battle Lyrics) Thomas Dunn English,Alice Ed English No preview available - 2018 |
The Select Poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (Exclusive of the Battle Lyrics) Thomas Dunn English,Alice Ed English No preview available - 2018 |
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Aarch Ardenheim barque beauty Ben Bolt bird blows bore bride brown castle Charles of Blois cried dame dark dead door evermore eyes face fair fairy father fear fell Fianna Finn MacCool Fionn galloglasses gave gaze glaive gnome gold grew grey Grey Knight grim hand head hear heard heart hill honor king kiss knew Lady Kallimais land light limb look lord Lough Ennel maiden men-at-arms monarch morn naught never night noble o'er ogre Oscur palace passed prince Red Branch Knights rich rock rode rose round sailed sight Sir Huon slain smile sought soul spake steed stirred stood stout sweet sword tears tell thing thou thought thrill Timothy Brown to-day toil trees Twas voice wait Ward Burton wife wild wine wonder words wrath wretch young
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Page 217 - Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice whose hair was so Brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?
Page 218 - And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so cruel and grim, And the shaded nook in the running brook Where the children went to swim? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then There are only you and I. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new; But I feel in the deeps of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you.
Page 218 - Where the children went to swim? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then There are only you and I. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new ; But I feel in the deeps of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you. Twelvemonths twenty have past, Ben Bolt, Since first we were friends — yet I hail Your presence a blessing, your friendship a truth, Ben Bolt of...
Page 218 - And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze Has followed the olden din. Do you mind of the cabin of logs, Ben Bolt, At the edge of the pathless wood, And the button-ball tree with its motley limbs, Which nigh by the doorstep stood? The cabin to ruin has gone, Ben Bolt, The tree you would seek for in vain ; And where once the lords of the forest waved Are grass and the golden grain. And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so cruel and grim, And the shaded nook in the running...
Page 217 - And a quiet which crawls round the walls as you gaze, Has followed the olden din. Do you mind the cabin of logs, Ben Bolt, At the edge of the pathless wood, And the button-ball tree with its motley limbs, Which nigh by the door-step stood ? The cabin to ruin has gone, Ben Bolt, The tree you would seek in vain ; And where once the lords of the forest waved, Grow grass and the golden grain.
Page 382 - he's my only son." The tipstaves grinned at the words she spoke, And a ripple of fun through the court-room broke; But over the face of the culprit came An angry look and a shadow of shame. " Don't laugh at my mother !" loud cries he ; " You've got me fast, and can deal with me ; But she's too good for your coward jeers, And I'll — " then his utterance choked with tears. The judge for a moment bent his head, And looked at him keenly, and then he said: " We suspend the sentence, — the boy can...
Page 185 - ... chests of gold, Or strings of pearls of worth untold, These may be thine to have and hold : "Or costly robes to feed thy pride, Or coursers such as monarchs ride, Or castles tall, or manors wide — "Any or all of such be thine ; But, save he spring from royal line, No husband ever can be mine." "Nor jewels rich, nor lands in fee, Steeds, robes, nor castles pleasure me ; Thy love and troth be mine,
Page 340 - While lying the shade of the maple-trees under— He felt the soft breeze at its frolicsome play; He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay, Of wilding blossoms in meadow and wood, And flowers in the garden that orderly stood ; He drank of the milk foaming fresh from the cow; He ate the ripe apple just pulled from the bough; And lifted his hand to where hung in his reach, All laden with honey, the ruddy-cheeked peach; Beside him the blackberries juicy and fresh; Before him the melon with odorous...
Page 380 - THE stern old judge, in relentless mood. Glanced at the two who before him stood; She was bowed and haggard and old, He was young and defiant and bold, — Mother and son ; and to gaze at the pair, Their different attitudes, look, and air, One would believe, ere the truth were known, The mother convicted, and not the son. There was the mother : the boy stood nigh With a shameless look, and his head held high. Age had come over her, sorrow and care ; These mattered but little so he was there, A prop...
Page 383 - Is that to be ever alone with me ? Will the tick-tock Of the ceaseless clock Beat forever through brain and heart, Till the tortured soul from the body part? And now in the darkness surrounding me A hundred figures I plainly see; And there are my mother's pitying eyesWhy does she from her grave arise?