Class-book of English Poetry, Том 11866 |
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... . 152 .. William Tell , Rev. J. H. Gurney . 154 The Mother Perishing in a Snow Storm , Seba Smith . 158 Never Give Up , True Nobility , Tupper . R. Nicoll . 159 160 .. Page 160 161 162 164 165 166 166 .. 168 CONTENTS . ix.
... . 152 .. William Tell , Rev. J. H. Gurney . 154 The Mother Perishing in a Snow Storm , Seba Smith . 158 Never Give Up , True Nobility , Tupper . R. Nicoll . 159 160 .. Page 160 161 162 164 165 166 166 .. 168 CONTENTS . ix.
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... Tell father , when he comes from work , I said good - night to him ; And , mother , now I'll go to sleep : " - Alas ! poor little Jim ! She saw that he was dying- The child she loved so dear , Had uttered the last words that she Might ...
... Tell father , when he comes from work , I said good - night to him ; And , mother , now I'll go to sleep : " - Alas ! poor little Jim ! She saw that he was dying- The child she loved so dear , Had uttered the last words that she Might ...
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... tell me that the birds , whose notes Fall full upon mine ear , Are not all beautiful to sight , Though sweet their songs to hear . They tell me that the gayest flowers Which sunshine ever brings Are not the ones I know so well , But ...
... tell me that the birds , whose notes Fall full upon mine ear , Are not all beautiful to sight , Though sweet their songs to hear . They tell me that the gayest flowers Which sunshine ever brings Are not the ones I know so well , But ...
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English poetry. THE ARK AND THE DOVE . " TELL me a story , please , " my little girl Lisped from her cradle . So I bent me down , And told her how it rained and rained and rained , Till all the flowers were covered , and the trees Hid ...
English poetry. THE ARK AND THE DOVE . " TELL me a story , please , " my little girl Lisped from her cradle . So I bent me down , And told her how it rained and rained and rained , Till all the flowers were covered , and the trees Hid ...
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... Tell me the story of the Dove . " SIGOURNEY . LITTLE WILLIE . Poor little Willie , With his many pretty wiles ; Worlds of wisdom in his look , And quaint , quiet smiles ; Hair of amber , touched with Gold of heaven so brave ; All lying ...
... Tell me the story of the Dove . " SIGOURNEY . LITTLE WILLIE . Poor little Willie , With his many pretty wiles ; Worlds of wisdom in his look , And quaint , quiet smiles ; Hair of amber , touched with Gold of heaven so brave ; All lying ...
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angels ANON arms beam beautiful bend beneath BERNARD BARTON bird bless brave breast breath bright bright land brow cheer Cheviot's Chevy Chase child Christmas home cold cried dark dead dear dear Jessy dew-drops dying Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth ELIZA COOK Excelsior face fair Farewell father Father Winter flowers foam glory grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS homes of England land leaves light look Lord loved band MELROSE ABBEY morn mother never night nought o'er pale passed peace poor pray prayer rest river Dee Rob Roy round shroud sigh sing singing bee sleep smile song soon soul Speak gently spring STAFFA star storm sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou art Thou hast thought tree Twas Tyrol voice wave weary weep wild wind wing
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Страница 79 - 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...
Страница 84 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Страница 83 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Страница 139 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 81 - 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...
Страница 80 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Страница 141 - Percy present word He would prevent his sport. The English Earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Страница 173 - ... sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Страница 66 - But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. ' O haste thee, haste ! ' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Страница 83 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.