The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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... Lord open Lydia's heart ? 9. Who , does the poet say , bends lowest in presence of his God ? COMMON THINGS . MRS HAWKSHAWE . THE sun is a glorious thing , That comes alike to all , Lighting the peasant's lonely cot , The noble's painted ...
... Lord open Lydia's heart ? 9. Who , does the poet say , bends lowest in presence of his God ? COMMON THINGS . MRS HAWKSHAWE . THE sun is a glorious thing , That comes alike to all , Lighting the peasant's lonely cot , The noble's painted ...
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... lord of the ocean . He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their submission ; but when the sea still advanced towards him , and began to wash him with its billows , he turned to his courtiers , and remarked to them , that every ...
... lord of the ocean . He feigned to sit some time in expectation of their submission ; but when the sea still advanced towards him , and began to wash him with its billows , he turned to his courtiers , and remarked to them , that every ...
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... Lord . " * Xerxes , king of Persia , was the son and successor of Darius . He raised an immense army of nearly three millions of men , it is said , to subdue Greece , caused a bridge of boats to be built over the Hellespont , and in his ...
... Lord . " * Xerxes , king of Persia , was the son and successor of Darius . He raised an immense army of nearly three millions of men , it is said , to subdue Greece , caused a bridge of boats to be built over the Hellespont , and in his ...
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... . 66 ' A curse upon thee , " cries the King , " who com'st unbid to me ; But what from traitor's blood should spring , save traitors like to thee ? His sire , Lords , had a traitor's heart ; SELECTED POETRY . 27 Lockhart.
... . 66 ' A curse upon thee , " cries the King , " who com'st unbid to me ; But what from traitor's blood should spring , save traitors like to thee ? His sire , Lords , had a traitor's heart ; SELECTED POETRY . 27 Lockhart.
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... Lord King , are recompense abundant for it all . " Your horse was down - your hope was flown - I saw the falchion shine , That soon had drank your royal blood , had I not ventured mine ; But memory soon of service done deserteth the ...
... Lord King , are recompense abundant for it all . " Your horse was down - your hope was flown - I saw the falchion shine , That soon had drank your royal blood , had I not ventured mine ; But memory soon of service done deserteth the ...
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Página 74 - 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.
Página 49 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 27 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 92 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Página 72 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 96 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O 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...
Página 91 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 58 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Página 59 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Página 91 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.