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... bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof + be reared To guard each hallow'd wall . And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where ...
... bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof + be reared To guard each hallow'd wall . And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where ...
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... bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . * The art of physic - put for those who practise it . + Sign a common bond with thee ; submit to the same terms ; come ...
... bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy , But winter and rough weather . * The art of physic - put for those who practise it . + Sign a common bond with thee ; submit to the same terms ; come ...
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... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs ‡ hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - who ; To - whit , tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot ...
... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs ‡ hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - who ; To - whit , tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot ...
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... birds and flowers and I were happy peers . How like a prodigal doth ' nature seem , When thou , for all thy gold , so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart , Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam ...
... birds and flowers and I were happy peers . How like a prodigal doth ' nature seem , When thou , for all thy gold , so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart , Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam ...
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... bird , Or cattle faintly lowing ; I could have half believed I heard The leaves and blossoms growing . I stood to hear - I love it well , The rain's continuous sound , Small drops , but thick and fast they fell , Down straight into the ...
... bird , Or cattle faintly lowing ; I could have half believed I heard The leaves and blossoms growing . I stood to hear - I love it well , The rain's continuous sound , Small drops , but thick and fast they fell , Down straight into the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Areopagitica beauty beneath blessed blood blow born Bostra breath Brutus Cæsar CHARLES KINGSLEY cloud cold Cromwell dark dead dear death deed deep dost doth dream Duke earth EDMUND BURKE EDWARD GIBBON ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Excalibur eyes fair fear FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flower fool gleam glory green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON king King Arthur Lady land light living lofty look Lord Macb Macbeth Milton mind morn mountains nature never night noble o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poems poet pray Ring round Saturn SHAKSPERE shining shore sight sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stood stream sweet tears thee things thou thought truth voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wonderful words Wordsworth youth
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Сторінка 117 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Сторінка 121 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? \ Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Сторінка 85 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Сторінка 121 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Сторінка 106 - Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!
Сторінка 5 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Сторінка 21 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 88 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought...
Сторінка 14 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Сторінка 132 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years