A selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families, Брой 9121873 |
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... tears ; hours of woe and pain , Are promises of happier years . And weary There is a day of sunny rest For every ... tear , And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here . OLD AGE . BY SOUTHEY . " You are old ...
... tears ; hours of woe and pain , Are promises of happier years . And weary There is a day of sunny rest For every ... tear , And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here . OLD AGE . BY SOUTHEY . " You are old ...
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... tears . THE VIOLET . BY CUNNINGHAM . SHELTER'D from the blight ambition , Fatal to the pride of rank ; See me in my low condition , Laughing on the tufted bank . On my robes ( for emulation ) No variety's imprest ; Suited to an humble ...
... tears . THE VIOLET . BY CUNNINGHAM . SHELTER'D from the blight ambition , Fatal to the pride of rank ; See me in my low condition , Laughing on the tufted bank . On my robes ( for emulation ) No variety's imprest ; Suited to an humble ...
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... tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain , Fresh hopes were born for other years- He never smiled again ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD . BY MRS . HEMANS . THEY grew in beauty , side by side , They filled one home with glee ; Their graves ...
... tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain , Fresh hopes were born for other years- He never smiled again ! THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD . BY MRS . HEMANS . THEY grew in beauty , side by side , They filled one home with glee ; Their graves ...
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... flow as now it flows . And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart ENGLISH POETRY . 25 277.
... flow as now it flows . And here , on this delightful day , I cannot choose but think How oft , a vigorous man , I lay Beside this fountain's brink . My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart ENGLISH POETRY . 25 277.
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English poetry. My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart is idly stirred , For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard . Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away ...
English poetry. My eyes are dim with childish tears , My heart is idly stirred , For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard . Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away ...
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Albrecht Dürer angel beauty beneath bless blest breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brutus busy bee Cæsar calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dead dear death deep dread earth eyes fair fear flowers gaze Gilpin gleam glory gold golden grace grave Greece green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hour humble J. H. NEWMAN John Gilpin LADY G land light living Lochiel lonely Lord maze of fate Merry England midst morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er pain plain praise prayer pride rest rise round rude shade shine shore sigh silent Skiddaw skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stream sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
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Страница 112 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 240 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Страница 60 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, 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.
Страница 170 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Страница 36 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Страница 117 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 123 - 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...
Страница 5 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Страница 5 - 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 136 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.