Poems for Young PeopleWilliam Chambers William and Robert Chambers, 1851 - 173 страници |
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... sound , And cheer❜ly smiled the morn ; And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he blew a louder blast , And gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert ! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear ? Oh ...
... sound , And cheer❜ly smiled the morn ; And many a brach , and many a hound , Attend Llewellyn's horn . And still he blew a louder blast , And gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert ! why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn to hear ? Oh ...
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... sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell ! And till great Snowden's rocks grow old , And cease the storm to brave , The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's Grave . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND THE GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . COME ...
... sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell ! And till great Snowden's rocks grow old , And cease the storm to brave , The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's Grave . THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL , AND THE GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST . COME ...
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... 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 30 POEMS . VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK,
... 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 30 POEMS . VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK,
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... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
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... sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In Reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice , -ADDISON . For ever singing as they shine , " The hand that made us is Divine ! " THE CA ME L. BY MARY HOWITT . CAMEL , POEMS ...
... sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In Reason's ear they all rejoice , And utter forth a glorious voice , -ADDISON . For ever singing as they shine , " The hand that made us is Divine ! " THE CA ME L. BY MARY HOWITT . CAMEL , POEMS ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
babes beneath bird blast blasting wind bless bloom blossoms Bluebottle breast breath bright brow carrion crow cheerful child cried croak crow dark dead dear door doth earth Edmonton fair flew flower Gelert Gilpin gold green grief hand happy harebell hath hear heard heart Heaven horse hour ISAAC WATTS John Gilpin kind kiss Ladybird light little Alice live Llewellyn's look looked and smiled Lord MARY BENNETT MARY HOWITT meek mind morn mother ne'er Nettle never night o'er old crow poor praise pretty Redbreast rest rich rise ROBERT HERRICK round Schiraz shade shine Simon simoom sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound sweet tears thee thine thing thou dost thou hast thought Thwack Thy neighbour Tis green Twas unto vale voice wassail Web-Spinner wild wind wings wise wood young youth
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Страница 131 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Страница 150 - ... twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Страница 37 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 29 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend ; — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 151 - Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known ! The oak-crowned Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear ; And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
Страница 40 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 47 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Страница 31 - Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford; But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.
Страница 38 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Страница 33 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...