Gleanings from the Poets for Home and SchoolCrosby, Nichols & Company, 1858 |
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... close he kept the burning coal , Till it eat itself a hole 63 In his flesh . The standers - by Saw no sign , and heard no cry . All this he did in noble scorn , And for he was a Spartan born . Young student who this story readest , And ...
... close he kept the burning coal , Till it eat itself a hole 63 In his flesh . The standers - by Saw no sign , and heard no cry . All this he did in noble scorn , And for he was a Spartan born . Young student who this story readest , And ...
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... Close behind , a renegado Loudly shouts , with taunting cry , " Yield thee , yield thee , Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly ? " Well I know thee , haughty Christian , Long I lived beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of ...
... Close behind , a renegado Loudly shouts , with taunting cry , " Yield thee , yield thee , Don Saavedra ! Dost thou from the battle fly ? " Well I know thee , haughty Christian , Long I lived beneath thy roof ; Oft I've in the lists of ...
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... at length enfeebles ; Who can war with thousands wage ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . F 61 68 NOSE AND EYES . NOSE AND EYES.- Cowper .
... at length enfeebles ; Who can war with thousands wage ? Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows , Close beneath its foot retired , Fainting sunk the bleeding hero , And without a groan expired . F 61 68 NOSE AND EYES . NOSE AND EYES.- Cowper .
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... close to it , just like a saddle . Again , would your lordship a moment suppose ( T is a case that has happened , and may be again ) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose , Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then ? " On ...
... close to it , just like a saddle . Again , would your lordship a moment suppose ( T is a case that has happened , and may be again ) That the visage or countenance had not a Nose , Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then ? " On ...
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... close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away ...
... close - clinging damp . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away home , - Good luck if you reach it at last ! The owl's come abroad , and the bat ' s on the roam , Sharp set from their Ramazan fast . Lady - bird ! lady - bird ! fly away ...
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ARNOLD WINKELRIED AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow cheer child Crocodile dark dear death deep delight doth E'en earth fair father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock JOHN BARLEYCORN King Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry PATRICK SPENCE poor praise Queen rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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Сторінка 320 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 135 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Сторінка 129 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. "The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Сторінка 130 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 128 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Сторінка 231 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With...
Сторінка 311 - Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me — Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Сторінка 392 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...