The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 sider |
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Side 9
... deep dream of peace , And saw within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
... deep dream of peace , And saw within the moonlight in his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold : - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And to the presence in the room he said ...
Side 23
... deep - may count The sands or the sun's rays ; but God ! for Thee There is no weight nor measure ; none can mount Up to Thy mysteries . Reason's brightest spark , Though kindled by Thy light , in vain would try To trace Thy councils ...
... deep - may count The sands or the sun's rays ; but God ! for Thee There is no weight nor measure ; none can mount Up to Thy mysteries . Reason's brightest spark , Though kindled by Thy light , in vain would try To trace Thy councils ...
Side 48
... voice went up Strongly and fervently . He prayed for those Whose love had been his shield - and his deep tones Grew tremulous . But oh ! for Absalom- For his estranged , misguided Absalom- The proud , bright 48 School Book of Poetry .
... voice went up Strongly and fervently . He prayed for those Whose love had been his shield - and his deep tones Grew tremulous . But oh ! for Absalom- For his estranged , misguided Absalom- The proud , bright 48 School Book of Poetry .
Side 49
... deep sinfulness . * * * * * The pall was settled . He who slept beneath Was straighten'd for the grave ; and , as the folds Sank to the still proportions , they betrayed The matchless symmetry of Absalom . His hair was yet unshorn , and ...
... deep sinfulness . * * * * * The pall was settled . He who slept beneath Was straighten'd for the grave ; and , as the folds Sank to the still proportions , they betrayed The matchless symmetry of Absalom . His hair was yet unshorn , and ...
Side 50
... deep token ! It were so sweet , amidst death's gathering gloom , To see thee , Absalom ! " And now , farewell ! ' Tis hard to give thee up With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; And thy dark sin ! -Oh ! I could drink the cup , If ...
... deep token ! It were so sweet , amidst death's gathering gloom , To see thee , Absalom ! " And now , farewell ! ' Tis hard to give thee up With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; And thy dark sin ! -Oh ! I could drink the cup , If ...
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Absalom Avès battle beneath blow bonnet of bonny bonny Dundee brave breast breath bright busy bee Children dear cloud crown dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth eyes fair father Ferdinand Freiligrath gallant Garci Gaze Glend glorious gold golden grace grey hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill king kiss land laugh light living Lochiel Lochinvar look Lord lubber fiend Lucknow MERCHANT OF VENICE morn mother mountain Netherby never night noble o'er Odysseus Oliver Goldsmith Othello Peter Quince play praise pray proud Quin quoth ride Ring roar Robin Starveling rode round Samian wine SCENE shines silent sing Skiddaw smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stormy sweet tears tell thee thine Thou art thou busy thou hast thought twas voice waves wild winds young
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Side 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Side 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Side 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Side 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Side 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 68 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Side 75 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Side 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...