Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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Side vii
... Friends The Nightingale . On the Nightingale's Departure Domestic Peace The Village Blacksmith " Blessed are those that mourn The Twenty - second of December The Chimes of England The Poplar Field Swimming . On the Burial of Sir John ...
... Friends The Nightingale . On the Nightingale's Departure Domestic Peace The Village Blacksmith " Blessed are those that mourn The Twenty - second of December The Chimes of England The Poplar Field Swimming . On the Burial of Sir John ...
Side 16
... friends are they , With whom I converse day by day . With them I take delight in weal , And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful ...
... friends are they , With whom I converse day by day . With them I take delight in weal , And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful ...
Side 20
... friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still , Even in extremity of ill . By Yarrow's stream still let me stray , Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break ...
... friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still , Even in extremity of ill . By Yarrow's stream still let me stray , Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break ...
Side 22
... friend or foe can break no more . What is Hope ? A meteor - light To those who rest on earth their love ; A guiding star both pure and bright To those who fix their eyes above . THE DESERTED HOUSE . * ALFRED TENNYSON . LIFE and 22 GUY'S ...
... friend or foe can break no more . What is Hope ? A meteor - light To those who rest on earth their love ; A guiding star both pure and bright To those who fix their eyes above . THE DESERTED HOUSE . * ALFRED TENNYSON . LIFE and 22 GUY'S ...
Side 24
... friends , and hopes Have long been number'd with the dead ? Oh , weep for those whose silver chain Has long been loosed , and yet live on- The doom'd to drink of life's dark wave , Whose golden bowl has long been gone ! Ay , weep for ...
... friends , and hopes Have long been number'd with the dead ? Oh , weep for those whose silver chain Has long been loosed , and yet live on- The doom'd to drink of life's dark wave , Whose golden bowl has long been gone ! Ay , weep for ...
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Guy's Learner's Poetic Task Book, a Selection from the Modern British Poets Joseph Guy Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Angry words ANON beauty BERNARD BARTON birds bless blood and wine bloom brave breast breath breeze bright Brighter Hours brow charm cheek chime clouds dark Loch dead deep doth dream drooping dust e'en earth England's merry bells fading fears feel flowers gale glory glow grave green grief hath haunted ground hear heard heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Hope JOHN CLARE kind hearts Learn to labour leaves life's light Loch na Garr Look aloft Lord LORD BYRON morning N. P. WILLIS native Nature's ne'er never night pass'd peace POETIC TASK BOOK prayer provideth rest RIVER TRENT ROBERT GILFILLAN round scene shade sigh sing sleep smiling song sorrow soul stormy tempests blow sunshine sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee There's thine THOMAS HOOD thou thoughts toil tuning sweet vale W. C. BRYANT wave weary wild winds youth
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Side 78 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Side 23 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Side 82 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene, where his melody charm'd me before, Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Side 84 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 46 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 46 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Side 53 - 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.
Side 22 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Side 64 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Side 82 - Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat...