Class-book of English PoetryT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 155 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 11
... him- The stricken couple kneel ! With hearts bowed down with sadness , They humbly ask of Him , In heaven once more to meet again Their own poor little Jim . ANON . THE men could hardly keep the deck , so bitter Little Jim, Anon.
... him- The stricken couple kneel ! With hearts bowed down with sadness , They humbly ask of Him , In heaven once more to meet again Their own poor little Jim . ANON . THE men could hardly keep the deck , so bitter Little Jim, Anon.
Σελίδα 13
... meet affection's eye . ANON . " TELL me a story , please , " my little girl Lisped from her cradle . So I bent me down , And told her how it rained and rained and rained , Naught she spied Save wide , dark waters , and a frowning sky ...
... meet affection's eye . ANON . " TELL me a story , please , " my little girl Lisped from her cradle . So I bent me down , And told her how it rained and rained and rained , Naught she spied Save wide , dark waters , and a frowning sky ...
Σελίδα 15
... meet him there , And once again might happy be . We hand in hand went many a mile , And asked our way of all we met ; And some did sigh , and some did smile , And we of some did victuals get . But when we reached the sea , and found ...
... meet him there , And once again might happy be . We hand in hand went many a mile , And asked our way of all we met ; And some did sigh , and some did smile , And we of some did victuals get . But when we reached the sea , and found ...
Σελίδα 24
... meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open ...
... meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open ...
Σελίδα 25
... meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open ...
... meet ! " -When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet . Then downward from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small ; And through the broken hawthorn hedge , And by the long stone wall ; And then an open ...
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ANON beautiful bells bend beneath bird bless blow bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Chevy Chase child cloud cold cried crown dark dead dear death deep dinner plain doth dream Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Elderslie ELIZA COOK fair father fear flag of England flowers gazed glory grave grief guilders hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven homeless birds honoured land hour king kiss land light looked Lord loud morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale passed poor pray prayer roar round sail shore sigh silent sing Sir Hugh Montgomery SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood storm sweet tears tell tempests thee thine things thou art tree Twas Tyrol voice wave weary weep wept Weser wild wind
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Σελίδα 153 - And nothing can we call our own but death ; And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Σελίδα 132 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Σελίδα 38 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Σελίδα 153 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Σελίδα 132 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Σελίδα 154 - It must be so ; Plato, thou reasonest well; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Σελίδα 121 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Σελίδα 95 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Σελίδα 132 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Σελίδα 39 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.