The new poetical reader, ed. by J.C. CurtisJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - 160 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 9
... hear you at your play , And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away . Ye open the eastern windows , That look towards the sun , Where thoughts are singing swallows , , And the brooks of morning run . In your hearts are ...
... hear you at your play , And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away . Ye open the eastern windows , That look towards the sun , Where thoughts are singing swallows , , And the brooks of morning run . In your hearts are ...
Σελίδα 11
... sounds that round about me rise Are what none other hears ; I see what meets no other eyes , Though mine are dim with tears . The breaking of the summer's morn- The tinge on house The New Poetical Reader . II A FAREWELL ST HELEN'S-AUCLAND.
... sounds that round about me rise Are what none other hears ; I see what meets no other eyes , Though mine are dim with tears . The breaking of the summer's morn- The tinge on house The New Poetical Reader . II A FAREWELL ST HELEN'S-AUCLAND.
Σελίδα 17
... hear her call the cattle home , Across the sands of Dee . THE THREE SONS.-J. Moultrie . I HAVE a son , a little son , a boy just five years old , With eyes of thoughtful earnestness , and mind of gentle mould . They tell me that unusual ...
... hear her call the cattle home , Across the sands of Dee . THE THREE SONS.-J. Moultrie . I HAVE a son , a little son , a boy just five years old , With eyes of thoughtful earnestness , and mind of gentle mould . They tell me that unusual ...
Σελίδα 24
... hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy loud note smites my ear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to ...
... hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass , Thy loud note smites my ear ; From hill to hill it seems to pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to ...
Σελίδα 39
... hear the river roaring down Towards the wintry sea . There's shouting on the mountain side , There's war within the blast- Old faces look upon me , Old forms go trooping past . I hear the pibroch wailing Amidst the din of fight , And my ...
... hear the river roaring down Towards the wintry sea . There's shouting on the mountain side , There's war within the blast- Old faces look upon me , Old forms go trooping past . I hear the pibroch wailing Amidst the din of fight , And my ...
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Angel Art thou Arth Avés beneath Birkenhead blast blood brave breast breath bright brow calm child Church of Brou cloud Crom Cromwell crown Dalhem Danube dark days of Childhood dead dear death deep dream Duchess earth England eyes F. T. Palgrave fair falchion fear flower gallant galloped giveth His beloved glory golden grace grave hand Hark hath head hear heard heart heaven Her's hill honour Hubert King Robert light look Lord Lucknow mighty mighty heart morning mother mountain Neath never night o'er old oaken bucket pibroch prayer rest rock roll round Saint Andrew's cross Saint Peter's square shalt shine shore shout Sicily sight silence sing sleep smile Somebody's Darling song soul sound strife sweet SWEET day tears thee thine thou art thought thunder thunderpeal tomb trees Valmond voice wave weep wept wild wind
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Σελίδα 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Σελίδα 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Σελίδα 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Σελίδα 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Σελίδα 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Σελίδα 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Σελίδα 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Σελίδα 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Σελίδα 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Σελίδα 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...