The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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Σελίδα 9
... silent herds across them ; the hare bounding away to the covert ; or the pheasant suddenly bursting upon the wing . The brook , taught to wind in the most natural meanderings , or expand into a glassy lake ; the sequestered pool ...
... silent herds across them ; the hare bounding away to the covert ; or the pheasant suddenly bursting upon the wing . The brook , taught to wind in the most natural meanderings , or expand into a glassy lake ; the sequestered pool ...
Σελίδα 24
... silent deep The ocean woods may be . How calm it was ! -the silence there By such a chain was bound , That even the busy woodpecker Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness ; The breath of peace we drew , With its soft motion ...
... silent deep The ocean woods may be . How calm it was ! -the silence there By such a chain was bound , That even the busy woodpecker Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness ; The breath of peace we drew , With its soft motion ...
Σελίδα 56
... silent corridors . Rapt in such fancies as these , and gazing on the beauties of this stately edifice , and the soft scenery around it , I lingered , unwilling to depart , till the rays of the setting sun , streaming through the dusty ...
... silent corridors . Rapt in such fancies as these , and gazing on the beauties of this stately edifice , and the soft scenery around it , I lingered , unwilling to depart , till the rays of the setting sun , streaming through the dusty ...
Σελίδα 79
... silent . The surface is steeply inclined , but it is perfectly unbroken . There are no lateral waves , no ripples ... silence from the air , That fills my heart with sadness ! Yet why ? —a silvery current flows With uncontrolled ...
... silent . The surface is steeply inclined , but it is perfectly unbroken . There are no lateral waves , no ripples ... silence from the air , That fills my heart with sadness ! Yet why ? —a silvery current flows With uncontrolled ...
Σελίδα 96
... silence , except where the salt runlets plash into the tideless pools , or the sea - birds flit from their margins with a questioning cry ; and he will be enabled to enter in some sort into the horror of heart with which this solitude ...
... silence , except where the salt runlets plash into the tideless pools , or the sea - birds flit from their margins with a questioning cry ; and he will be enabled to enter in some sort into the horror of heart with which this solitude ...
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Adour appear Arth banks beach beautiful bells beneath Benedicite birds Bracebridge breath Cæsar church clouds colour Crito dark death deep distance E. A. FREEMAN earth Enceladus England English eyes fall feet fire flowers foam French Geysir GILBERT WHITE green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour horse Horseshoe Fall hour island king Lake land Latin ledge light look Lord LORD DUFFERIN miles morning mountains nest never night noble Normandy o'er once passed Pilgrim's Progress Pisc precipice prince rising river rock rolling round scarcely seemed seen ship shore side sight silent soul sound Spitzbergen stands stream swallow sweet thee thou towers town trees turned valley Varaville Viat village voice walls WASHINGTON IRVING waves Wetterhorn wild William wind wonderful word
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Σελίδα 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Σελίδα 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Σελίδα 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Σελίδα 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Σελίδα 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Σελίδα 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Σελίδα 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Σελίδα 110 - 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, God...
Σελίδα 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Σελίδα 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...