Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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Side viii
... shore Amidst the swains to show my book - learn'd skill . And , as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue To spurn imploring famine from the gate While resignation gently slopes the way The playful children just let loose from school All ...
... shore Amidst the swains to show my book - learn'd skill . And , as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue To spurn imploring famine from the gate While resignation gently slopes the way The playful children just let loose from school All ...
Side xi
... shore Pierced the deep woods When Venus throned in clouds of rosy hue Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps Or lisps with holy look his evning prayer Leans o'er its humble gate , and ...
... shore Pierced the deep woods When Venus throned in clouds of rosy hue Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps Or lisps with holy look his evning prayer Leans o'er its humble gate , and ...
Side 35
... shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my solitary rounds Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds , And , many ...
... shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my solitary rounds Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds , And , many ...
Side 50
... Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore , And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound , And rich. 50 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore , And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound , And rich. 50 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Side 55
... shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray , And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing , But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd ...
... shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray , And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing , But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd ...
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beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
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Side 19 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Side 258 - 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.
Side 64 - But, hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily Mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek, With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 30 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
Side 241 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Side 72 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 1 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Side 110 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Side 89 - St. Agnes' Eve* — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Side 265 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by : And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.