A selection of English poetry, designed for the use of schools and families, Oplag 9121873 |
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Side vi
... Song , Shakespeare Faith , Dryden Faith , Implicit , De Vere Fakenham Ghost , Bloomfield Falling Leaf , Horne Farewell , Tennyson Farewell to England , Byron Favorite Cat , Gray Firmament , Habingdon First Grief , Hemans 23 42 27 362 75 ...
... Song , Shakespeare Faith , Dryden Faith , Implicit , De Vere Fakenham Ghost , Bloomfield Falling Leaf , Horne Farewell , Tennyson Farewell to England , Byron Favorite Cat , Gray Firmament , Habingdon First Grief , Hemans 23 42 27 362 75 ...
Side 11
... song I'll raise ; For O ! Eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise . PROVIDENCE . BY ADDISON . THE Lord my pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply , And guard me with a ...
... song I'll raise ; For O ! Eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise . PROVIDENCE . BY ADDISON . THE Lord my pasture shall prepare , And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply , And guard me with a ...
Side 14
... song Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath - hours ! Solemn , yet sweet ...
... song Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The blessed Homes of England ! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from Sabbath - hours ! Solemn , yet sweet ...
Side 17
... songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom , For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! HE NEVER ...
... songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom , For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! HE NEVER ...
Side 19
... song the hearth ; Alas for love , if thou wert all And naught beyond on earth ! WE ARE SEVEN . BY WORDSWORTH . A SIMPLE child , dear brother Jim , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of ...
... song the hearth ; Alas for love , if thou wert all And naught beyond on earth ! WE ARE SEVEN . BY WORDSWORTH . A SIMPLE child , dear brother Jim , That lightly draws its breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of ...
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Albrecht Dürer angel beauty beneath bless blest breast breath breeze Bregenz bright Brutus busy bee Cæsar calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dead dear death deep dread earth eyes fair fear flowers gaze Gilpin gleam glory gold golden grace grave Greece green happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy honour hopes hour humble J. H. NEWMAN John Gilpin LADY G land light living Lochiel lonely Lord maze of fate Merry England midst morn mother mountain ne'er never night o'er pain plain praise prayer pride rest rise round rude shade shine shore sigh silent Skiddaw skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star of Bethlehem stars stream sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
Populære passager
Side 112 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 240 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Side 60 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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 170 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Side 36 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 117 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 123 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Side 5 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Side 5 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 136 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.