The book of poetry for schools and families [ed.] by W. DavisWilliam Davis (B.A.) 1869 - 184 sider |
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Side 17
William Davis (B.A.). In the enem And ver se Moon the 17 Dr Wat the int And re five re Es pro T O Name - To ་ ་ Breath T Der I 1- T 2 ET น 2 JOHN MILTON . ( 1608-1674 . ) BORN in Bread Fin Mr.
William Davis (B.A.). In the enem And ver se Moon the 17 Dr Wat the int And re five re Es pro T O Name - To ་ ་ Breath T Der I 1- T 2 ET น 2 JOHN MILTON . ( 1608-1674 . ) BORN in Bread Fin Mr.
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... Breathe soft or loud ; and , wave your tops , ye pines ; With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living souls : ye ...
... Breathe soft or loud ; and , wave your tops , ye pines ; With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living souls : ye ...
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... breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whose herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade , In winter fire . Blessed , who can unconcern'dly find Hours ...
... breathe his native air , In his own ground . Whose herds with milk , whose fields with bread , Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade , In winter fire . Blessed , who can unconcern'dly find Hours ...
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... breath ? Tell me , my soul ; can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave , where is thy victory ? O death ...
... breath ? Tell me , my soul ; can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave , where is thy victory ? O death ...
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... breath : Oh , lead me wheresoe'er I go , Through this day's life or death . This day be bread and peace my lot : All else beneath the sun , Thou know'st if best bestowed or not ; And let Thy will be done To Thee whose temple is all ...
... breath : Oh , lead me wheresoe'er I go , Through this day's life or death . This day be bread and peace my lot : All else beneath the sun , Thou know'st if best bestowed or not ; And let Thy will be done To Thee whose temple is all ...
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Side 131 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 85 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Side 10 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Side 74 - I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
Side 105 - Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there, had found ; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. 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,
Side 86 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...
Side 18 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Side 43 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Side 160 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Side 11 - My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...