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... King of the Crocodiles Edin . Ch . Herald . 132 • Mrs. Hemans . 134 Willis . 136 • Leigh Hunt . 137 Collins . 138 139 Old Eng . Poetry . 140 Southey . • 141 144 145 • • 146 147 Burial of Sir John Moore The Traveller's Return Adoration ...
... King of the Crocodiles Edin . Ch . Herald . 132 • Mrs. Hemans . 134 Willis . 136 • Leigh Hunt . 137 Collins . 138 139 Old Eng . Poetry . 140 Southey . • 141 144 145 • • 146 147 Burial of Sir John Moore The Traveller's Return Adoration ...
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... King Lament of Mary Queen of Scots Avarice The Trumpet Farewell to the Muse True Riches The Moss Rose . A Monarch's Death - bed On Time · Tennyson . Tennyson . Burns . Watts . 149 . Mrs. Hemans . • 149 150 · • · 153 156 · 157 · 158 159 ...
... King Lament of Mary Queen of Scots Avarice The Trumpet Farewell to the Muse True Riches The Moss Rose . A Monarch's Death - bed On Time · Tennyson . Tennyson . Burns . Watts . 149 . Mrs. Hemans . • 149 150 · • · 153 156 · 157 · 158 159 ...
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... King . 39 Sin Herbert . 39 Sonnet Henry Alford . · 40 Labor Milnes . 40 • Alms - giving Milnes . 42 The Patience of the Poor Milnes . 45 Delight in God only • Francis Quarles . 48 Hymn of Apollo Shelley . 49 A genial moment oft has ...
... King . 39 Sin Herbert . 39 Sonnet Henry Alford . · 40 Labor Milnes . 40 • Alms - giving Milnes . 42 The Patience of the Poor Milnes . 45 Delight in God only • Francis Quarles . 48 Hymn of Apollo Shelley . 49 A genial moment oft has ...
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... A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy THE LAME BROTHER . — Miss Lamb . My parents THE BLIND BOY . 11 The Blind.
... A loss I ne'er can know . Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing , I am a king , Although a poor blind boy THE LAME BROTHER . — Miss Lamb . My parents THE BLIND BOY . 11 The Blind.
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... those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven . " " T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . ” JOHN BARLEYCORN . Burns . - THERE were three kings 3 WE ARE SEVEN . 33.
... those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven . " " T was throwing words away ; for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven . ” JOHN BARLEYCORN . Burns . - THERE were three kings 3 WE ARE SEVEN . 33.
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beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed bloom breast breath bright brow canst cheer child coursers Crocodile customed hill dark dear death delight dost doth E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grass grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape rock John Barleycorn King lady lady-bird land light live look Lord loud Mary Howitt maun merry mind mother mountain mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen renegado rock rose round sail Samian wine shining shining book shore silent sing singing bee sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought top-mast tree voice wakeful eye wandering waves weep wild wind wings
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Сторінка 70 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Сторінка 111 - 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 64 - Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
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 75 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway.
Сторінка 162 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said — 'And they answered not our cheer ! The planks look warped ! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 134 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; 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 76 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 102 - I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.