Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. BowmanG. Routledge, 1856 - 292 стор. |
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... sweet peal anew , Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the jessamine faint , and the sweet tuberose , The sweetest flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every ...
... sweet peal anew , Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the jessamine faint , and the sweet tuberose , The sweetest flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every ...
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... sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kiss'd their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My lord has need of these flowerets gay ...
... sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kiss'd their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My lord has need of these flowerets gay ...
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... SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit pay'd , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd ; Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ...
... SWEET Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit pay'd , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd ; Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ...
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... sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that ...
... sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man . Through primrose tufts , in that ...
Сторінка 47
... sounding glades , in union sweet , May rural innocence and beauty meet ; And still be duly heard , at twilight calm , From every cot , the peasant's chanted psalm ! LEYDEN . 47 THE MELODIES OF MORNING . BUT who the melodies of Leyden.
... sounding glades , in union sweet , May rural innocence and beauty meet ; And still be duly heard , at twilight calm , From every cot , the peasant's chanted psalm ! LEYDEN . 47 THE MELODIES OF MORNING . BUT who the melodies of Leyden.
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battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty beneath birds blast bower breast breath bright brow churchyard clouds crested lark dark dead death deep doth dread earth eternal ETON COLLEGE fair fear flowers gale gleam gloom glory glow grave green GRONGAR HILL hath hear heard heart heaven HERBERT KNOWLES hill hour hues hush'd LAKE REGILLUS leaves light Lochiel lonely midnight moon morn mountains mourn Nature's night o'er painted banks pale plain pride proud purple rise rise tis rocks rolling round sculptured mountains seem'd shade shed shine sight sings skies sleep smile snow soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring star stock dove storm stream sweet tawny eagle tears tempest thee thine thou thunder tree trembling twas vale vernal voice wave weep 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...