Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolW. I. Pooley, 1850 - 430 стор. |
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... o'er , the tempest past , And mercy's voice has hushed the blast . The wind is heard in whispers low ; The white man far away must go ; But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the negro's care . CHORUS . Go , white man , go ; but ...
... o'er , the tempest past , And mercy's voice has hushed the blast . The wind is heard in whispers low ; The white man far away must go ; But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the negro's care . CHORUS . Go , white man , go ; but ...
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... o'er , As punished for the sin ; Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in . THE PIN , NEEDLE , AND SCISSORS . - Mrs. Follen . T ' Is true , although ' t is sad to say ...
... o'er , As punished for the sin ; Fool ! had that bough a pumpkin bore , Thy whimsies would have worked no more , Nor skull have kept them in . THE PIN , NEEDLE , AND SCISSORS . - Mrs. Follen . T ' Is true , although ' t is sad to say ...
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... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as signs of life appeared ...
... o'er and o'er . They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim , They heaved in John Barleycorn , There let him sink or swim . They laid him out upon the floor , To work him further woe , And still , as signs of life appeared ...
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... o'er cottage and farm , Striking their inmates with sudden alarm ; And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm . There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps , To see if their poultry were free from mishaps ; The ...
... o'er cottage and farm , Striking their inmates with sudden alarm ; And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm . There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps , To see if their poultry were free from mishaps ; The ...
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... o'er the wondrous sky . I long to see those icebergs vast , With heads all crowned with snow ; Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep , Two hundred fathoms low . I long to hear the thundering crash Of their terrific fall ; And the ...
... o'er the wondrous sky . I long to see those icebergs vast , With heads all crowned with snow ; Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep , Two hundred fathoms low . I long to hear the thundering crash Of their terrific fall ; And the ...
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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.