A collection of poetry for the use of juvenile classes, arranged, with notes, by W.H. CordeauxW H Cordeaux 1853 |
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... earth bring forth Enough for great and small , The oak - tree and the cedar ( 1 ) tree , Without a flower at all . We might have had enough , enough , For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have had no ...
... earth bring forth Enough for great and small , The oak - tree and the cedar ( 1 ) tree , Without a flower at all . We might have had enough , enough , For every want of ours , For luxury , medicine , and toil , And yet have had no ...
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... earth- To comfort man - to whisper hope , When e'er his faith is dim , For who so careth for the flowers , Will much more care for him . MRS . HOWITT . The lovely flowers of the Earth not only serve us in various useful ways , but are ...
... earth- To comfort man - to whisper hope , When e'er his faith is dim , For who so careth for the flowers , Will much more care for him . MRS . HOWITT . The lovely flowers of the Earth not only serve us in various useful ways , but are ...
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... earth , we quarrelled with . Let it not be so with you . 0 GRATITUDE TO GOD . Whene'er I take my walks abroad , How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve , Yet God hath 6.
... earth , we quarrelled with . Let it not be so with you . 0 GRATITUDE TO GOD . Whene'er I take my walks abroad , How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve , Yet God hath 6.
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... earth no more thou'lt see ! " A rose's brief bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ; Go , thou must play alone , my boy- Thy brother is in heaven ! " And has he left the birds and flowers , And must I call in vain ; And through ...
... earth no more thou'lt see ! " A rose's brief bright life of joy , Such unto him was given ; Go , thou must play alone , my boy- Thy brother is in heaven ! " And has he left the birds and flowers , And must I call in vain ; And through ...
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... the greatest things , The sea's vast space , the earth's wide ball , Alike proclaim the King of Kings . ( 1 ) Impress - mark , stamp . ( 2 ) Thrilling - piercing . But man alone to bounteous Heaven , Thanksgiving's conscious ( 12.
... the greatest things , The sea's vast space , the earth's wide ball , Alike proclaim the King of Kings . ( 1 ) Impress - mark , stamp . ( 2 ) Thrilling - piercing . But man alone to bounteous Heaven , Thanksgiving's conscious ( 12.
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arranged beautiful bell birds blessed blow blue bound breath bright brother busy child clear cloth clouds cold collection dark dead deep earth England Father flowers give glorious glory gone grave green ground GUIDE hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hymn improve keep kind King land leaves lesson light live look Lord means memory morning mother nature nest never night o'er once Petrel pieces play pleasant Poems poetry Poets poor practical Praise Prayer Price pupil remark rock rose shine side sing sleep snow song sound stars stormy sweet taught teach Teacher tell thee things Thou thought thousand tree truth twinkle verses voice wandering waves wild wind wing written young
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Сторінка 50 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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...
Сторінка 14 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка iii - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Сторінка 47 - He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Сторінка 40 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Сторінка 41 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Сторінка 5 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Сторінка 46 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 44 - With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! 1815.
Сторінка vii - You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.