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A Collection of Poetry for the Use of Juvenile Classes, Arranged, with Notes ...
W H Cordeaux
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Aberbrothock Beautiful birds blessed book-keeping bound brave breath bright busy bee child church-yard cloth clouds cold Corunna Cromwell Cuckoo dark dead doth dwell Eagle earth eyes Father flowers Gelert glorious glory glow-worm grave GUIDE hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Hemans Henry of Navarre Homes of England HOMOEOPATHY HYMN idle hands Inchcape Bell King lesson light little boy little maid live Llewellyn's Lord Lucy Gray mother Navarre nest never night Nightingale o'er pleasant poem poetry Poets poor praise pray prayers pupil Robert Howard rock rose Saint Bartholomew shine sing Sir John Moore skies sleep smiled snow song sorrow soul stars Stormy Petrel stormy tempests blow sweet taught teach thee thou art Thou hast Tis green tis Thou tree twinkle verses voice Wandering Boy waves Wherefore wild wind wing young
Σελίδα 70 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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...
Σελίδα 15 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
Σελίδα 67 - He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Σελίδα 60 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Σελίδα 61 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Σελίδα 25 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Σελίδα 66 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Σελίδα 64 - With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! 1815.