Poems on SportH. Milford, 1914 - 128 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
A. D. GODLEY antlered aye tent Ballade bay and tray birr Blue bowled three breath brook Brow chase cheer Clown CRICKET D'ye ken John dogs doth Echo eyes fish foam Folly Bridge gallant glory Golf green hand hare hark forward hath hear heäre hill HORACE HART horn horse hounds hunting Huntsman ken John Peel ladies gay lords and ladies loud merry morning Mortlake never NORMAN GALE o'er play poem R. C. LEHMANN race ride rock RODEN NOEL round runnable stag scent Sir Owen Seaman sleep slog smite SONG soul sport stag of warrant steed sweeping sweet tantivy tennis thee there's thou three consecutive balls tivy toil tray and three Twas the sound W. S. BLUNT Waken wave weary wheel whirr wild wilt hunt wind wood ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - Oh, the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Página 1 - ... the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the...
Página 88 - Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star That fled, and, flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain...
Página 2 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Página 7 - You shall see him brought to bay, " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay ; Tell them, youth, and mirth, and glee, Run a course as well as we, Time, stern huntsman ! who can baulk, Stanch as hound, and fleet as hawk? Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay.
Página 12 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 2 - Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Página 88 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me, even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Página 7 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste 'away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay ; Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Página 19 - Sleep! the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest I thy chase is done. Think not of the rising sun; For at dawning to assail ye. Here no bugles sound reveille.