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Then , said she , “ I am very dreary , He will not come , ” she said ; She wept , “ I
am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " TENNYSON . PATRIOTISM .
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said ,
This ...
Then , said she , “ I am very dreary , He will not come , ” she said ; She wept , “ I
am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " TENNYSON . PATRIOTISM .
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead , Who never to himself hath said ,
This ...
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By the last and bitter cry ; The ghost given up in agony ; By the lifeless body , laid
In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of
Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! We know Thee now : Son of man ! ' tis Thou !
By the last and bitter cry ; The ghost given up in agony ; By the lifeless body , laid
In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of
Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! We know Thee now : Son of man ! ' tis Thou !
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By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There
Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And
Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS .
INSECTS .
By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There
Honour comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And
Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS .
INSECTS .
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... of Heaven , ' Tis when , within some lone and leafy dell , Solemn and slow , we
list the Sabbath bell On music ' s wings through the clear ether driven :Doth it not
say aloud , “ Oh man , ' twere well Hither to come , nor walk in sins unshriven !
... of Heaven , ' Tis when , within some lone and leafy dell , Solemn and slow , we
list the Sabbath bell On music ' s wings through the clear ether driven :Doth it not
say aloud , “ Oh man , ' twere well Hither to come , nor walk in sins unshriven !
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Come and see The cypress , hear the owl , and plod your way O ' er steps of
broken thrones and temples . Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day , A world is at
our feet as fragile as our clay . The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless
...
Come and see The cypress , hear the owl , and plod your way O ' er steps of
broken thrones and temples . Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day , A world is at
our feet as fragile as our clay . The Niobe of nations ! there she stands , Childless
...
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Сторінка 22 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 39 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 13 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 56 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?
Сторінка 79 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 17 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Сторінка 198 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 76 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay; — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day: The...
Сторінка 194 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Сторінка 47 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...
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| Назва | Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman |
| Автор | Anne Bowman |
| Редактор | Anne Bowman |
| Видавець | G. Routledge, 1856 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 4 сер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 292 стор. |
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