Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 стор. |
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... weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! We know Thee now : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ! - ' tis Thou ! Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful , who is He ? By the prayer for them that slew , " Lord , they know not what ...
... weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! We know Thee now : Son of man ! ' tis Thou ! - ' tis Thou ! Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful , who is He ? By the prayer for them that slew , " Lord , they know not what ...
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... turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS . 25 INSECTS . OBSERVE the insect race , ordain'd to keep The Snow-storm The Firmament The Hour of Prayer The Last Sleep.
... turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair , To dwell a weeping hermit there . COLLINS . 25 INSECTS . OBSERVE the insect race , ordain'd to keep The Snow-storm The Firmament The Hour of Prayer The Last Sleep.
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... Weeping on his burial plain : Ye that triumph , ye that sigh , Kindred by one holy tie , Heaven's first star alike ye see- Lift the heart and bend the knee . HEMANS . THE LAST DAY . THAT day of wrath , that 53 Hemans.
... Weeping on his burial plain : Ye that triumph , ye that sigh , Kindred by one holy tie , Heaven's first star alike ye see- Lift the heart and bend the knee . HEMANS . THE LAST DAY . THAT day of wrath , that 53 Hemans.
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... weeping far away ; And gentle eyes for him , With watching many an anxious day , Were sorrowful and dim . They little knew , who loved him so , The fearful death he met , When shouting o'er the desert snow , Unarmed and sore beset ...
... weeping far away ; And gentle eyes for him , With watching many an anxious day , Were sorrowful and dim . They little knew , who loved him so , The fearful death he met , When shouting o'er the desert snow , Unarmed and sore beset ...
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... Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh , weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ! For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden , that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
... Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh , weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ! For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden , that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
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aweary banners battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath billows birds blast blow bower breast breath bright brow busy bee clouds dark dead death deep dost doth dreadful earth eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair Father fear flowers forest gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hast hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour LAKE REGILLUS land leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains Nature's night nursling o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade sight sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou busy tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave wild winds wings wood youth
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Сторінка 20 - 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 37 - 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 11 - 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 54 - 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 77 - 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 15 - 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 196 - 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 74 - 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 192 - 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 45 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee In a flood of day...