Class-book of English PoetryT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 155 páginas |
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... green branches waved , and the out LITTLE WILLIE . FLY AWAY , LADYBIRD . The flower. My little brother leads me forth To where the violets grow ; His gentle , light , yet careful step And tiny hand I know . My mother's voice is soft and ...
... green branches waved , and the out LITTLE WILLIE . FLY AWAY , LADYBIRD . The flower. My little brother leads me forth To where the violets grow ; His gentle , light , yet careful step And tiny hand I know . My mother's voice is soft and ...
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... green grave showed Where want , and pain , and toil did rest ; And many a flattering stone I viewed O'er those who once had wealth possest . A faded beech its shadow brown Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept , On which , though scarce ...
... green grave showed Where want , and pain , and toil did rest ; And many a flattering stone I viewed O'er those who once had wealth possest . A faded beech its shadow brown Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept , On which , though scarce ...
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... green sea wave . A heavy fog came stealing down , And o'er the waters spread- So thick , the steersman scarce could see A dozen yards ahead . There was a moment , and no more , No warning crossed the sea , - An Indiaman , with crowded ...
... green sea wave . A heavy fog came stealing down , And o'er the waters spread- So thick , the steersman scarce could see A dozen yards ahead . There was a moment , and no more , No warning crossed the sea , - An Indiaman , with crowded ...
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... Green branches are waving - the lambs are at play : Hath Nature's own pages upon him to And where is the bosom that pines not to be wait ; His joyous companions - a cherubim crew , With posies of daisies and buttercups too . Thus bathed ...
... Green branches are waving - the lambs are at play : Hath Nature's own pages upon him to And where is the bosom that pines not to be wait ; His joyous companions - a cherubim crew , With posies of daisies and buttercups too . Thus bathed ...
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... green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! No other sheep were near , the lamb was all If the sun be shining hot , do but stretch alone , thy woollen chain , This beech is standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; And by a slender ...
... green corn all day is rustling in thy ears ! No other sheep were near , the lamb was all If the sun be shining hot , do but stretch alone , thy woollen chain , This beech is standing by , its covert thou canst gain ; And by a slender ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.