Guy's learner's poetic task book, a selection from the modern British poets1849 |
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Side iii
... give to the pupils , at least once a week , a poetic task , to be committed by them to memory . The choice is sometimes difficult ; and if it be made from the " Speaker , " or any other expensive work , the injury done to those books by ...
... give to the pupils , at least once a week , a poetic task , to be committed by them to memory . The choice is sometimes difficult ; and if it be made from the " Speaker , " or any other expensive work , the injury done to those books by ...
Side 10
... gives me leave to be . Or , art thou all diffused abroad Through boundless space , a present God ? Unseen , unheard , yet ever near ! What shall I do to find thee here ? Is there not some mysterious art To feel thy presence at my heart ...
... gives me leave to be . Or , art thou all diffused abroad Through boundless space , a present God ? Unseen , unheard , yet ever near ! What shall I do to find thee here ? Is there not some mysterious art To feel thy presence at my heart ...
Side 25
... gives us Brighter Hours . THE PAST . - ONCE UPON A TIME . MRS . SOUTHEY . MIND me of a pleasant time , A season long ago ; The pleasantest I've ever known , Or ever now shall know . Bees , birds , and little twinkling rills So merrily ...
... gives us Brighter Hours . THE PAST . - ONCE UPON A TIME . MRS . SOUTHEY . MIND me of a pleasant time , A season long ago ; The pleasantest I've ever known , Or ever now shall know . Bees , birds , and little twinkling rills So merrily ...
Side 29
... give relief ! Our dearest wish they hold their own ; Till ours return'd , their peace had flown . THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . OH ! yonder is the well - known spot , My dear , my long - lost , native home ! Oh ! welcome ...
... give relief ! Our dearest wish they hold their own ; Till ours return'd , their peace had flown . THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . OH ! yonder is the well - known spot , My dear , my long - lost , native home ! Oh ! welcome ...
Side 32
... , Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss , and give the sign To parting friends ; -such death be mine . LOOK ALOFT . J. LAWRANCE . In the tempest of 32 32 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
... , Calmly to yield the weary breath , From sin and suffering cease ; Think of heaven's bliss , and give the sign To parting friends ; -such death be mine . LOOK ALOFT . J. LAWRANCE . In the tempest of 32 32 GUY'S LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK .
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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...