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Σελίδα 16
... spirit loves Its country and its God ! .40 THE IVY GREEN . - Dickens . CHARLES DICKENS ( 1812-1870 ) , a native of Landport , Portsmouth . In early life he was connected with the press as a parliamentary reporter . The Pick- wick Papers ...
... spirit loves Its country and its God ! .40 THE IVY GREEN . - Dickens . CHARLES DICKENS ( 1812-1870 ) , a native of Landport , Portsmouth . In early life he was connected with the press as a parliamentary reporter . The Pick- wick Papers ...
Σελίδα 16
... spirit of the storm ( an imaginary thing ) . Scowl of heaven , the threatening darkness of the sky , betoken- ing a storm . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as the night grew drearer , 30 Adown the glen rode armèd men , Their ...
... spirit of the storm ( an imaginary thing ) . Scowl of heaven , the threatening darkness of the sky , betoken- ing a storm . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as the night grew drearer , 30 Adown the glen rode armèd men , Their ...
Σελίδα 31
... 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 . But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ...
... 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 . But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ...
Σελίδα 58
... spirits , super- natural beings . Rill , a small murmur- ing brook , a stream- let . Crag , a rough , steep rock ... spirit he loves remains ; And I , all the while , bask * in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains ...
... spirits , super- natural beings . Rill , a small murmur- ing brook , a stream- let . Crag , a rough , steep rock ... spirit he loves remains ; And I , all the while , bask * in heaven's blue smile , Whilst he is dissolving in rains ...
Σελίδα 71
... spirit , come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ; Steals my senses , shuts my sight ; Drowns my spirits , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be - death ? The world recedes ! * it disappears ! Heaven opens to my eyes ...
... spirit , come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ; Steals my senses , shuts my sight ; Drowns my spirits , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be - death ? The world recedes ! * it disappears ! Heaven opens to my eyes ...
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Σελίδα 145 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Σελίδα 29 - So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Σελίδα 129 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Σελίδα 16 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Σελίδα 36 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
Σελίδα 16 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Σελίδα 88 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Σελίδα 133 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Σελίδα 122 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Σελίδα 82 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.