Class-book of English PoetryT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 155 sider |
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Side 13
... looked Upon the child , to see if her young thoughts Wearied with following mine . But her blue eye | Was a glad listener , and the eager breath Of pleased attention curled her parted lip . And so I told her how the waters dried , A ...
... looked Upon the child , to see if her young thoughts Wearied with following mine . But her blue eye | Was a glad listener , and the eager breath Of pleased attention curled her parted lip . And so I told her how the waters dried , A ...
Side 15
... looked so much a prey To want , it made my heart to ache . " My little children , let me know Why you in such distress appear , And why you wasteful from you throw That bread which many a one might cheer ? " The little boy , in accents ...
... looked so much a prey To want , it made my heart to ache . " My little children , let me know Why you in such distress appear , And why you wasteful from you throw That bread which many a one might cheer ? " The little boy , in accents ...
Side 20
... looked out and smiled , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away , with the dew on his breast , And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure bright sphere , To warble it out in his Maker's ear . Ever , my child , be thy ...
... looked out and smiled , When he starts from his humble grassy nest , And is up and away , with the dew on his breast , And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure bright sphere , To warble it out in his Maker's ear . Ever , my child , be thy ...
Side 21
... looked up , and , wondering , said , Ah , modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in her simple shell- That the pride of the forest was then shut up Within the space of her little cup ! And meekly to sink in the darksome earth ...
... looked up , and , wondering , said , Ah , modest Acorn ! never to tell What was enclosed in her simple shell- That the pride of the forest was then shut up Within the space of her little cup ! And meekly to sink in the darksome earth ...
Side 22
... looked ; and from Thou know'st that twice a day I have that shady place brought thee in this can I unobserved could see the workings of her Fresh water from the brook , as clear as face : ever ran ; If Nature to her tongue could ...
... looked ; and from Thou know'st that twice a day I have that shady place brought thee in this can I unobserved could see the workings of her Fresh water from the brook , as clear as face : ever ran ; If Nature to her tongue could ...
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ANON beautiful bells bend beneath bird bless blow bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow cheek Chevy Chase child cloud cold cried crown dark dead dear death deep dinner plain doth dream Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Elderslie ELIZA COOK fair father fear flag of England flowers gazed glory grave grief guilders hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven homeless birds honoured land hour king kiss land light looked Lord loud morning mother ne'er never night o'er pale passed poor pray prayer roar round sail shore sigh silent sing Sir Hugh Montgomery SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood storm sweet tears tell tempests thee thine things thou art tree Twas Tyrol voice wave weary weep wept Weser wild wind
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Side 153 - And nothing can we call our own but death ; And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Side 132 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Side 38 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Side 153 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Side 132 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 154 - It must be so ; Plato, thou reasonest well; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Side 121 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 95 - 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 132 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 39 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.