A selection of poetry for the use of schools, compiled by W. Osborn, Τεύχος 262 |
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Σελίδα 6
... sleep enough- Better rub than rust : Death perhaps is hunger proof , Die when die thou must ; Men are mowing , breezes blowing , Better rub than rust . He who will not work , shall want ; Nought for nought is just , Won't do , must do ...
... sleep enough- Better rub than rust : Death perhaps is hunger proof , Die when die thou must ; Men are mowing , breezes blowing , Better rub than rust . He who will not work , shall want ; Nought for nought is just , Won't do , must do ...
Σελίδα 22
... sleep , Tells of His hand in lines as clear . For who , but He , that arch'd the skies , And pours the day spring's living flood Wondrous alike in all he tries , Could rear the daisy's purple bud ! Mould its green cup , its wiry stem ...
... sleep , Tells of His hand in lines as clear . For who , but He , that arch'd the skies , And pours the day spring's living flood Wondrous alike in all he tries , Could rear the daisy's purple bud ! Mould its green cup , its wiry stem ...
Σελίδα 26
... sleep ; Shine upon the bed of death . Soon this mortal shall resign , And the immortal part remove ; Yet the just ... Sleep , little baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed Not on thy mother's breast , Henceforth shall be thy rest , But ...
... sleep ; Shine upon the bed of death . Soon this mortal shall resign , And the immortal part remove ; Yet the just ... Sleep , little baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed Not on thy mother's breast , Henceforth shall be thy rest , But ...
Σελίδα 30
... sleep , and break The fetters of repose ; Walk at the dewy morn abroad , And hold sweet fellowship with God , Morn is the time to pray- How lovely and how meet To send our earliest thoughts away , Up to the mercy - seat ! Ambassadors ...
... sleep , and break The fetters of repose ; Walk at the dewy morn abroad , And hold sweet fellowship with God , Morn is the time to pray- How lovely and how meet To send our earliest thoughts away , Up to the mercy - seat ! Ambassadors ...
Σελίδα 39
... sleep , fall thy poppies on me ! For I drink water , pure , cold , and bright , And my dreams are of heaven the live - long night ; So hurrah , for thee , water ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Thou art silver and gold , thou art ribbon and star ...
... sleep , fall thy poppies on me ! For I drink water , pure , cold , and bright , And my dreams are of heaven the live - long night ; So hurrah , for thee , water ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Thou art silver and gold , thou art ribbon and star ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
beam beautiful Bendemeer beneath Better rub bird blithe spirit bloom bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow bucket charm cheerful Cleon clouds coming crimson-tipped dark death deep delightful doth earth ELIZA COOK eternal Excelsior fair fear flower glorious glory green hath hear heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helvellyn hold in fee hour hung o'er King labour land light living looks Lord lyre man's son inherits mercy moon mountains ne'er Never give night nought ocean old oaken bucket peace poor man's son praise rest rise roll round rub than rust shade shine silent silent night sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Speak gently spreads spring sweet Sweet Auburn sweet spring tears tempest thee There's thine things Thou art thought throne twas Vital spark voice wandering wave weary weep wind wing yonder
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 85 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Σελίδα 92 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Σελίδα 66 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Σελίδα 66 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Σελίδα 85 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Σελίδα 69 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Σελίδα 87 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Σελίδα 90 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Σελίδα 79 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Σελίδα 60 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.