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... look'd at the squall , and they look'd at the shower , While the night - rack came rolling up ragged and brown ; # But men must work and women must weep , Though storms be sudden , and waters deep , And the harbour bar be moaning ...
... look'd at the squall , and they look'd at the shower , While the night - rack came rolling up ragged and brown ; # But men must work and women must weep , Though storms be sudden , and waters deep , And the harbour bar be moaning ...
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... looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers ...
... looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed homes of England ! How softly on their bowers ...
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... 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 . ALFRED TENNYSON : 1809— The Song of the Brook . From ...
... 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 . ALFRED TENNYSON : 1809— The Song of the Brook . From ...
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... look abroad to see , Now return and weep for me . " Pitying , I dropp'd a tear ; But I saw a glow - worm near , Who replied , " What wailing wight Calls the watchmen of the night ? " I am set to light the ground While the beetle goes ...
... look abroad to see , Now return and weep for me . " Pitying , I dropp'd a tear ; But I saw a glow - worm near , Who replied , " What wailing wight Calls the watchmen of the night ? " I am set to light the ground While the beetle goes ...
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... look made of all sweet accord , 66 Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still , and said , " I pray thee , then ...
... look made of all sweet accord , 66 Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still , and said , " I pray thee , then ...
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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