Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolW. I. Pooley, 1850 - 430 стор. |
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... dead , 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 . " 31 JOHN BARLEYCORN . JOHN BARLEYCORN.— Burns . THERE were.
... dead , 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 . " 31 JOHN BARLEYCORN . JOHN BARLEYCORN.— Burns . THERE were.
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... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed ...
... dead . But the cheerful spring came kindly on , And showers began to fall , And Barleycorn got up again , And sore surprised them all . The sultry suns of summer came , And he grew thick and strong , His head well armed with pointed ...
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... dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house , And much of them he makes . He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day , When for their wealth he did devise To make them both away . He ...
... dead and gone , The children home he takes , And brings them home unto his house , And much of them he makes . He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day , When for their wealth he did devise To make them both away . He ...
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... dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And the lime - tree branches wave , And the daisy blows , And the green grass grows , Upon his grave . He's dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And he sleeps by the flowering lime , Where he loved ...
... dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And the lime - tree branches wave , And the daisy blows , And the green grass grows , Upon his grave . He's dead and gone ! he's dead and gone ! And he sleeps by the flowering lime , Where he loved ...
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... dead now who wished me well . Life and soul were kept in by a mother's assistance , Who struggled with faith , and prevailed ' gainst de- spair ; Like an angel she watched o'er the lamp of existence , And never would leave while a ...
... dead now who wished me well . Life and soul were kept in by a mother's assistance , Who struggled with faith , and prevailed ' gainst de- spair ; Like an angel she watched o'er the lamp of existence , And never would leave while a ...
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AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brow child clouds Crocodile dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Inchcape rock JOHN BARLEYCORN king Lady Moon lady-bird land light live look Lord loud MABEL ON MIDSUMMER Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY PATRICK SPENCE poor praise PRISONER OF CHILLON Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound stars storm stream sweet tears tempests thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weary weep wild wind wings wood
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Сторінка 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Сторінка 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Сторінка 113 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
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 406 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Сторінка 375 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Сторінка 144 - 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 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 359 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Сторінка 87 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.