The Battersea Series of Standard Reading Books for Boys: Book IV for Standard IV

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E. Stanford, 1891 - 244 páginas
 

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Página 237 - south and north, To summon his array. The Fathers of the City, they sat all night and day, For every hour some horseman came with tidings of dismay. " Their van will be upon us before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, what hope to save the
Página 28 - And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float. Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around; Quoth Sir Ralph, " The next who comes to the rock, Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok." Sir Ralph the Rover sail'd away, He scour'd the seas for many a day; And now, grown rich
Página 28 - mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row rne to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok." The boat is lower'd, the boatmen row, And to the Inchcape Rock they go; Sir Ralph bent over from the
Página 29 - It is the Inchcape Rock!" Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He cursed himself in his despair; The waves rush in on every side, The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But ever in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell The fiends below were ringing his knell.
Página 226 - and cold ! As of a rock was the shock ; Heavily the ground-swell rolled. Southward, through day and dark, They drift in close embrace, With mist and rain, to the Spanish Main ; Yet there seems no change of place. Southward, for ever southward, They drift through dark and day; And like a dream, in the Gulf Stream Sinking
Página 161 - Oh where does faithful Gelert roam, The flower of all his race ? So true, so brave,—a lamb at home, A lion in the chase! 'Twas only at Llewellyn's board The faithful Gelert fed : He watched, he served, he cheered his lord;
Página 163 - that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue!" And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked; And marbles storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved.
Página 161 - sentinelled his bed. In, sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John; But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise, All Snowdon's craggy chaos
Página 163 - Concealed beneath a tumbled heap, His hurried search had missed; All glowing from his rosy sleep, His lovely boy he kissed. Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread But the same couch beneath Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah ! what was then Llewellyn's pain
Página 163 - For now the truth was clear: The gallant hound the wolf had slain, To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain! vain was all Llewellyn's woe; " Best of thy kind, adieu! The frantic blow that laid thee low This heart shall ever rue!" And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked; And marbles storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect.

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