Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and SchoolCrosby and Nichols, 1855 - 430 páginas |
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... grave ; My only friend ' s a brother , The dearest things upon the earth We are to one another . A fine , stout boy I knew him once , With active form and limb ; Whene'er he leaped , or jumped , or ran , O , I was proud of him ! He ...
... grave ; My only friend ' s a brother , The dearest things upon the earth We are to one another . A fine , stout boy I knew him once , With active form and limb ; Whene'er he leaped , or jumped , or ran , O , I was proud of him ! He ...
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... , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be scen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief.
... , Then ye are only five . " " Their graves are green , they may be scen , " The little maid replied , " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door , And they are side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief.
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... grave we played , My brother John and I. " 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 . " " How many are you , then , " said I , If they two are in ...
... grave we played , My brother John and I. " 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 . " " How many are you , then , " said I , If they two are in ...
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... grave , matronly cows , And tossed the colts ' manes all about their brows , Till , offended at such a familiar salute , They all turned their backs and stood silently mute . So on it went , capering and playing its pranks ; Whistling ...
... grave , matronly cows , And tossed the colts ' manes all about their brows , Till , offended at such a familiar salute , They all turned their backs and stood silently mute . So on it went , capering and playing its pranks ; Whistling ...
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... grave on the king's highway . It was not too nice to bustle the bags Of the beggar , and flutter his dirty rags . " T was so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig , and the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest ...
... grave on the king's highway . It was not too nice to bustle the bags Of the beggar , and flutter his dirty rags . " T was so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig , and the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AUTUMN MUSINGS BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bird Birdie blessed breast breath bright brother brow canst cheer child Crocodile dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream E'en earth fair fairy father fear flowers fly away home glory gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape rock John Barleycorn king Lady Moon lady-bird land Leigh Hunt light live lonely look Lord loud Mabel Mary Howitt MIDSUMMER DAY mind Miss Lamb mother mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er ODE TO DUTY Old English Poetry Patrick Spence poor praise Queen rock round sail Samian wine shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings wood
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Página 322 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 174 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. " Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. "Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Página 135 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, — Freedom to worship God.
Página 135 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 320 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Página 357 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee In unreproved pleasures free...
Página 410 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 365 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 156 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 113 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.